It’s so relaxing to
Stop breathing wilfully
And let breathing take over.
Whenever it happens
I decide to do the same
With life
And it takes time
For me to realise
That I cannot decide.
I can only let it happen.
This morning the little bird
Chose to nibble
The tiny flowers
Of the potted plant
in the balcony.
Then it moved away.
Very moving, very true. I believe this, but it is still very hard to accept some of what life brings us. I think of Issa's poem about the death of his child, his acknowledgment that death comes to everyone, and then the "ah" moment where he catches himself in the midst of the loneliness of separation. Beautiful poem, Issa's and yours.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Theresa. Now I must read Issa's poem.:-)
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