All sharing, First post, Me & Me, Shining with, Without words, Wow

Monday, 1 September 2014

Go back to our selves


            One .   .   .   two .   .   .   three .   .   .

The breath
rising the lower stomach and
slowly coming down through the back.
The serene sky. 

A gently overhanging branch of pine.
       Ducks strolling leisurely in the water.       

The same appearance.
Different meanings.

The same word.
Different meanings.

One breath,
one behaviour,
one word
tens of millions of times greater.

To us. 

Go back
again and again.

To our selves.

Polish up
the sound of our body and mind.


Bright and clear.

  The one answer.