Life sweeps
in a freshness
Riding on
our breath.
Releasing a
stillness
Resting on
our breath.
We are
rocked back and forth
Preciously
caressed by a breath of life.
Discovering
a breeze whispering
Thru the
trees of our thougths.
Let the
leaves of our awareness sway with the wind
Holding on
to nothing.
Settle into
our bodies.
All rights
reserved. John Fulan
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