Even though the whole world is burning
Even though the whole world is burning
Breathing fast, out
of rhythm, I stop
morning light dusts
the trees
like rain to roots
easing gravity
breath opens
I bear more
Even though the whole world is burning
Breathing fast, out
of rhythm, I stop
morning light dusts
the trees
like rain to roots
easing gravity
breath opens
I bear more
each breath allows more bearing, more opening, more witnessing, more...
Amrita, you put my feelings to words. Thank you, and blessings for this season of increasing light.