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)
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