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Breathing

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I woke up early this morning. Just before 4 a.m. It’s still dark outside. Everything is quiet and peaceful and at rest…

Breathing inward
Air over the lips
Across the teeth and tongue
Pulling it deeply into the chest
It feeds the soul
Renews the heart
Closing eyes
Looking deep within
Divinity shining
Love’s perfect home

Breathing out
Slowly opening eyes
Slight smile appears
Pushing the air out into the room
Reaching out to the edges
Looking out the window
Life’s potential
In the young hours of a new day
In the dawning synchronicity
Of a bright promise

Breathing in again
Feeling the beauty
Of the amazing potential
Of this breath
Of this day
Of this child
Gazing out the window
Gazing deep within

Breathing out

Breathing in

And smiling

Passing Thoughts

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Passing breeze
Touches the wing
Of a butterfly

The butterfly changes course
Lands on a nearby blossom
Rests for a time

Child stops in delight
Giggles at the beauty
Of a butterfly resting on a bloom

Father looks on in awe
At the child
At the scene
At the perfection

The slightest hint of wind
Can change the happenings of a day
In an instant

The slightest hint of thought
Can change the creations of a mind
In an instant

Inspired by ACIM lesson sixteen

Cherished Moments – Seven Haikus

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Remembered moments
Precious lessons learned as two
Live in us today

Pause for an instant
Release all anxiety
Dive into the sea

The heart’s deepening
Stamen opens to the bee
Stinger touches it

Earth trembles again
New volcanic explosion
Melting all it sees

Captivating force
Great and mighty wind destroys
Slight breeze moves a thought

Look to the mirror
Your eyes hold all the secrets
Take the final breath

Today’s violent storms
Clear in the bright new morning
Cherished memories

Conversations with a Newt

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I was walking down by the creek this morning,
And I heard the slightest little ripple from the water below.
And looked to see a newt, as he found a comfortable spot on the smooth rock …

The rock had the smoothness of the ages,
Smoothed by the waves of water and time,
And the newt had the glimmer of that same sort of smoothness …

I was startled when she spoke to me.
In my experience, most female newts are quite reserved.
And I was a stranger to this part of the wood, this branch of the stream…

The newt’s name was Mystery; fitting, I remember thinking …
And this is what Mystery said to me …

‘The misery of the mysteries is a choice that is unknown to most of us …
When we see the truth,
That misery is but a choice ….
We can choose to be fully awake …
Fully alive ..
In the grace of the choice to see the clarity of life without it…
Without mystery, that is.
walk in the clarity of the light, fellow traveler.’

And with that, she slivered into the water …
And I continued my journey…
A bit lighter, a bit more clear …