a single
breath
is as profound
as each subtle vein
engorged
upon the skin
of solitary leaf
it parachutes
to an inevitable death
a tightrope artist
tripping on time
calling skyward
eyes upon branches
half naked
hanging as harlots
awaiting their own
slow descent
to madness
jackdaws mimic
silent cries
waddling through masses
of fallen bodies
in emerald forests
never comprehending
the descent
the death
the breath released
mid-air
never to be caught
and held
© Susan Marie 2013
and it's all inevitable..............
ReplyDeleteTrue . . . I attempt to make it look pretty. *smile*
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ReplyDeleteNot Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam or Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
-- Rumi
Those lines are some of the most precious lines ever written.
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