Slow rhythm, calm breath
flowing… synchronously, calmly, naturally.
The embrace of life only allows
the cycle with the pulse of the whole.
The impulse echoes its chant
imbued with the vibrations of grace.
I observe this ripple of eternity
as the greatest miracle of the moment.
Getting yourself out of the way
Just Being, maybe Love-ing.
Gentle yet stable.
It offers a safe embrace, a homeliness, a shelter.