Snow falls gentle, the winds, silent
clouds block the sun, muffle light
I feel embraced, warm in fleece
yet fog closes in, visibility blurs
too easy to get lost
in the soft
I have practised breathing
have mastered the in, out
so that even stale will sustain
but a small voice nudges
What kind of life is this?
so this is me
kicking against normal
fighting my way up
to break the surface
gulping fresh
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10 comments:
woot kick against that normal....listen to that voice...its not much a life....
Ah, so easy to get lost in the soft...indeed it is, and fine for a time; but I do understand the desire for 'fresh.'
Good question ~ I like the breathing in and the realization, then the kicking up to break free ~
making waves...
beautiful... and yes easy to get lost, so we breath in and out again and again repeatedly breaking the surface and sinking down then rising once more and once more and so on.
Fighting against normal, sometimes normal can suck you in and hold you but nice to be different.
Very cool - A surprising and refreshing finish. k.
I have practised breathing..somehow this is the key line here for me...at some points in our life we have to re-learn it in a way and def. swim up to the surface..
i love this -- seeking out Him is often filled with risking the world, but oh, is He worth it!
"gulping fresh"
Love the renewed feeling of the ending!
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