RESPIRATION
“You hear me again, as words
From the depths of me
Rush towards you in the mind.”
Rilke II,2
Exhale completely, sweep clean
The dusk from the house of your rib-cage.
Inhale deeply the dawn-filtered air
Filling the empty chambers of your heart.
And this is prayer, an exchange,
The pollutants from which one expires
For the power which The One inspires.
5 comments:
Touching poem, Kianseng.
Sending my wishes for the Holiday Season.
Me too. Happy holidays and New Year.
DavidM
Merry Christmas, Kian Seng. :)
- Bluesky-Liz
I'm delighted to find you! I just started writing Haiku a few weeks ago. Your blog is very inspiring. I'll be back.
Very inspiring Kianseng. Beautifully composed. in a while we humans, birds and other species adapt themselves to human folly. Some are not that lucky
Wish you a very happy new year Kianseng, wish you all the imagination and creativity in the world.
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