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BREATHING
Mr Owl above, wisely tells me that we teach best what we need to learn.
An old adage I tell him but admit I don’t always listen. Hmm …
The first and most spontaneous gift at birth is the breath.
Yet, we often manage to mess even this up. Makes me both laugh and cry,
are we both too clever and too ignorant?
Either way, this little poem presented itself and perhaps I am not the only one
to recognise this phenomenon of breathing.
BREATHING
to the rhythm of the waves,
To the sounds of strong winds
through the forests and glades;
The sighing of reeds by the lake.
Letting breath flow deeply and easily
in harmony with them,
Replenishing body and mind.
Our lives begin on Earth with the first breath,
it ends with the last;
Thus follows that we should nourish and fill
this precious vessel, this gift,
With oxygen freely supplied from each tree,
from all living nature.
So walk straight, fill the lungs
make every cell sing,
with the fervour of a little bird;
At night let easy cadency sustain.
Our heartbeats will slow, to the pulse
of a two stroke diesel;
As it propels the skiff at sea.
All it takes is to be,
in tune with the Whole.
c/ miriam ivarson
Fountain of Youth
Reading many wise thinkers’ thoughts about life, what
gives lasting fulfillment and inner aliveness, brought me to
the question of retaining this fountain of youth. Of being
fully alive.
To dare live here and now as Eckhardt Tolle teaches in his
wonderful books makes us younger both physically and spiritually.
To feel each moment and not see it as a transport to the next.
By living so in our daily life, our faces relax and find the ease of
a smile. Strength to live life to the full and let our inner selves pour forth. To find clarity.
Fountain of Youth
Does it really exist,
or is it a state of mind?
The thought came unbidden
as I walked,
along the ocean shore.
The waves from the Atlantic
relentless, forceful,
singing their eternal song;
Powerful, soporific
profound,
dynamic organ to gentle,
sweet percussions;
as my ears, my being tuned in
revealing a mighty orchestration.
Eyes filled with tears of joy
as the morning sun revealed,
nature in all its beauty,
Splendour and hues.
Feet delighted in the surf
as tides reached, caressed,
and at times unbalanced me
with their strength.
I found my smile again,
full and free
as gradually the Atlantic hymn
filled my soul, my ears,
My whole,
leaving woes and fears behind;
who earlier seemed invincible,
so strong;
Where now drowned
By unending sea.
You look so young
I heard every day;
your smile is so bright.
Could it be so simple, I thought?
Have I found along the shore,
The Fountain of Youth?
Letting frowns and worries
be erased by the ocean sound.
Bringing forth who I was,
who I am;
As I walk along
the smile fills my heart,
opens it wide.
The crashing waves are me
as are the shifting sands,
We are one and the same.
A feeling so boundless and free
© miriam ivarson
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