Prana
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Mother to earth’s water cycle
breath is an airborne ocean
moving through
tissue, muscle, blood.
The human is made new
at each in-breath;
our scent, note, hue
are given away
at each out-breath.
We become a river bed:
our minerals, bones, stones
sculpt the shape of water.
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Let us breathe with the earth
invite earth inside our body:
the coyote by night
at stream’s confluence
gnawing bones,
catching crayfish
children come by day
splashing, giggling
stream ripples glisten
in sunlight
owl calls to her mate
in the pine scented breeze,
we listen motionless.
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Our mind, prayer, heart
flow out on the breath.
Earth and human are
twined as lovers;
each one’s embrace
subtly shapes and
molds the other,
our rhythms rising
and falling in tandem.
From my book of earth poems, A Litany of Wild Graces ~ Meditations on Sacred Ecology
Forward Wild Graces to a friend
There they’ll find Nesting Circles of Belonging ~ Family, Nature and Cosmos.
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