Poem: The Perfect Inhale

The Perfect Inhale

Never underestimate the power of breath,
of slowing down. Breathing deeply,
counting the air in. Waiting.
Counting the air out. The pause

before the bow strikes the strings,
that perfect inhale
before the music begins.

About this poem.

Meditation is a big part of my life. It was hard in the beginning and for a long time. Today it is second nature, yet there is still magic in it for me, that the simple act of controlling our breath is the start of both releasing our burdens, and controlling our life.

I am OK with not understanding the whys. I am just grateful for what is.

The picture was taken in Venice.

Tom

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