Circle of Breath

beloved
circle of breath;

discovering me
at the intersection
of arriving and departing;

like the silent milliseconds
that live in between the snap-snap-snap
of the playing cards, 
clothespinned to
the spokes of my bicycle wheels…

hot summer day,
hair blowing in the breeze…

snap-snap-snap

no thought
no mantra

snap-snap-snap

falling into
the soft nest of my body;

even when the
somatic housekeeper
has been waylaid,

even in the middle
of a flaming mess;

(maybe more so,
because of it)

you are always my home;

in you I find
the fullness of the cosmos,

the diminutive ray of light
that trespasses the landscape
of my darkened eye;

coaxing me;

to fully inhabit
this
very
moment


sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes  at  Studio Petronella
model: emily
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