This poem is not just apt to cyclones but any situation where you need to take a deep breath.
This month I have been busy moving house.
This poem is featured in After Yasi, Finding the Smile Within.
The blog hop tour of this ebook is about to take place.
There’s a lady with coloured birds
who knows how to breathe
long and deep
from head to toe
all through her body.
She told me it’s easy to take the
thoughts and put them aside
good or indifferent, stressed or
in and out watching the breath
aware of the presence
that keeps us alive
taking in the oxygen
forgetting all else but this
She tells us not to sleep
as we become aware of each toe
and each part of our hand
And our chests rising and falling
our thoughts are not welling up stillness
except for the breath.
But someone is snoring because
she has become so calm
but that is alright too
as she is free for a moment
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