Friday, June 19, 2009
Grey breath rising,
swirling in the tree tops.
Pneuma, vital breath, spirit.
You are silent, but you speak to my eyes and my heart
feels your edges dissipate to nothing.
You tell me of where we have been
and how the forest breaths new life.
I am forever drawn to you...
knowing that the disappearing parts of you are in the process
that which i do not yet know,
and the delicate mystery that surrounds and composes me.
I breath you in...
and as I exhale
I lend you my voice.