On a folding screen
for my Reiki space,
his serene face gazes
at me, and into distance.
Or perhaps he contemplates
inner space. And I
contemplate him, his beauty.
Gazing back at that face,
I'm suddenly unhurried.
I breathe in compassion.
I breathe out peace.
I breathe out peace.
Lovely breathing: thank you :)
ReplyDeleteUnhurried... wonderful.
ReplyDeletePretty in purple. This new photo of you is really nice Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteluv the ease radiating in this poem
much love...
Thank you, Gillena. Not really a new photo; a different blog from the one you're used to. But I still look much like this.
DeleteThank you for this breath of peace. Lovely, Rosemary, and perfect for the morning.
ReplyDeleteOh I like this. I took a slow deep breath or seenity reading it.
ReplyDeleteSo peaceful and beautiful, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteAh lovely. And agree with you. His visage and expression always do bring peace. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteThat feeling of having reached a level of understanding and salvation will certainly bring inner peace. Rightly so Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteHank
and peace is al lwe want:)
ReplyDeleteThis poem respirates and resuscitates, Rosemary! Great peace!
ReplyDeleteIf it achieves that result then that is a good outcome !
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