Completely
Let the movement cease.
Do. Nothing.
No conversation.
Simply,
completely,
stop.
Breath.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Breath
as if nothing else mattered.
Feel the air as it fills your lungs deep,
all the way into your belly.
Feel it’s power.
It’s calm,
its certainty,
as if
nothing else mattered.
There is no fear.
No needs.
No one drawing your energy,
distracting your thoughts.
No needs.
Not theirs.
Not your own.
Only breath.
Life
giving
breath,
a silence that comes from within.
You and the air
and the discipline of noticing,
until all disappears
and like magic,
you become
completely
yourself.
About this poem
The painting is a detail of one of mine. March Winds, painted in… March.
Tom
