January 24, 2013 by chrisbkm
We breathe through landscape;
open doors, look up from chores.
Fingers find buttonholes
and light switches in the dark.
Lost in thought, we breathe;
and find our way.
Posted in Life, Poetry | Tagged being, breathing, meditation, mindfulness, poetry, presence, Tao, writing, Zen | 9 Comments
The touch of wall where you just missed.
The shock of wall I just walked into.
Haha. How’d that get there?
That’s what I’d like to know!
I like this a lot Chris – it evokes a palpable sense of man, head down, gaze turned inwards, dwarfed by landscape, beetling through vast eons of time…
Your interpretation adds to and opens the piece up beautifully. Thanks very much for this Michele.
restful and timeless chris, ‘we breathe …. and find our way’, oh to be in each moment of the breath, that is the way …thank you :)
beautiful, i do a lot of breathing through my landscape.. c
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