Just Breathing...

The silence outside the window late at night
is pungent,
leaving me rapt,
sinking more deeply
into timelessness beyond time,
letting go of thought,
just awareing the night.
being breathed by the Silence of the Unknown...

I hear the sound of the ceiling fan
breathing its own whirling rhythm...

feeling the breeze of its breath
gently move the strands of my hair...

Just breathing...

And I am suddenly gone...
slipped off the edge
into slumber
until
just
before
rising
the
next
morning

Again finding myself
at the space at the edge
before awakening,
before rising...

Just breathing

Conscious of the stillness
before thought...

Just breathing

Mystic Meandering
July 15, 2012

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The Breath - neither mine nor yours - is the same breath
touching everyone, the same breath uniting everyone
and everything.  The same breath touching all beings,
those who are suffering, those whose lives have been
torn apart by war, those living in famine and poverty.
Immersed in this universal breath, limitlessness is
revealed as form remains...

Kathleen Knipp
Pathless Yoga

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Photo - Mystic Meandering