“Listening to Our Own Breath and the Miracle of Being”

We are so close to feeling peaceful
sometimes
and yet so very far
away.
As soon as a breath is taken in
we are ready to release it
and yet
it goes without noticing
only to come
then go
again.

There is splendor
majesty
brilliance in all creation
and I think I missed
its shedding tear
as my breath
became
less clear
to me
until...
this moment
that I do feel it
and see
its wondrous
prayer.

This day
this moment
my breath
coming forth from me
is thus
revered.

Its such a simple thing
yet there are volumes of conclusions
many who claim it
name it
with new resolutions
on what makes life sacred
and what does
in fact
give to us
our grace
beyond
our bleeding wings.

There are tokens
treasures
waiting to fly
inside
of everyone.

Sunsets singing
breezes on our skin
the softness of rain
as it just
begins
to fall
from its telling clouds.
Promises of rainbows
whether we open our hearts
or not
to understand
all we are
and just how fleeting this moment
in time is
and how loudly
or softly
it can call.

Feel
your own breath.

Our tattered frames
as age takes us ore
sifted
dreams and days lived
through all of life's plans
known by us
or simply passing us by.

Felt
understood
or not
our lives continue
with our glorious breathing.
In
and out
noticed
or not.

And within all that has been known
by Rumi's speechless moon
stars turning in their galaxies
our breath has always been there.
The sky to view
appreciated
or not
missed sunrises
still groomed the lighted sky.
Even on days we failed to arise
to meet the morning
and embrace
a single dove
in flight.

To a world God groomed
time comes and goes
and within our heroics
in the end
it is our very breaths
that keep us here
in the miracle of self.
In
and gently
out
helping us to notice
just how amazing it all is
our life
our breath
and the appreciation
of this instant
now
to begin.

Feel
and listen
to
your own
breath.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

copyright 2009