The Breath of Creation

Last week, I had an opportunity to walk the outdoor labyrinth at Tatamagouche Centre.  It was a chilly not-quite-spring day, but the sun was shining and the world felt alive.  And this was my experience in the centre of the labyrinth.

The Breath of Creation

I sit upon the earth

            upon the body of creation.

I feel the breath of creation as

            the earth gently rises

            …

            gently falls

            …

I see the breath of creation

            dancing on waves

            swaying in trees

            playing with old, dry leaves

I hear the breath of creation

            in the cawing of crows

            in the whistling of sandpipers

            in the cry of kestrels

I feel the breath of creation

            blowing my hair

            caressing my cheek

            chilling my body

And I am at peace

            as the breath continues to move

                        in the trees

                        on the water

                        through the air

And the earth continues to

            gently rise

            …

            gently fall

            …

            inhale

            …

            exhale

            …

            breathe.

(Picture taken not from the labyrinth, but close to Tatamagouche Centre)