Photo taken by Ann Foorman
Out Breath
When the out breath comes
Take it.
Exhale.
Feel the stillness
Before the in breath comes.
In the press of every
Day, Week, Month, Life
There are out breaths.
Listen for them.
All of creation breathes.
In.
Out.
Love.
A leisurely muscle, the heart
Rests.
In between each beat
A pause.
Lub, dub ……. Lub, dub
When the tide goes out
Let it.
Feet in the wet sand.
Calling you quiet.
Calling you back
Into the great Sea.
Silence.
The tide will return.
The water will come in.
Meeting the shore.
Out of the silence
A new cycle begins.
- Peri
As midsummer crests here in New England, the out breaths are palpable. In the fullness of the season - with all things green and flowering, baby birds fledging from the nests - there is a distinct sense of rest and relaxation too. Life, it seems to me, is built on this rhythm – exhale, pause, inhale. Inhale, pause, exhale. In and out of the great silence from whence the impulse of creation arises and recedes.
Breathing together and sending blessings,
Peri & Barbara
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