Thanks in the middle of the world

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Mostly I just stand in the dark field,

in the middle of the world, breathing

in and out. Life so far doesn’t have any other name

but breath and light, wind and rain.

If there’s a temple, I haven’t found it yet.

Mary Oliver, What is there Beyond Knowing

photo Andy Beecroft

The flow of the breath

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Breath – you invisible poem!

Pure, continuous change

with all that is, flow and counterflow

where rhythmically I come to be.

Each time a wave that occurs just once in a sea I discover I am.

You, innermost of oceans, you, infinitude of space.

How many far places were once within me.

Some winds are like my own child.

When I breathe them now, do they know me again?

Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus II, 1

photo Zwiadowca21