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Breathing into Life
There is a rock lying in the bottom of my belly.
I do not understand why pain and beauty must sit at the same table,
I have fallen in love with the shimmering radiance at twilight,
Yet as I stand in this holy place -- filled up and delighted,
The sound of weeping brushes against the wind-swept lake.
My senses are weary of holding the shroud that has befallen us.
We stand at the edge between night and day --
The only choice that I have now, in this moment, is to simply
For breath is life flowing back into itself.
It is our first and final gift to this earthly landscape.
If I can claim only one thing, let it be my breath,
May I learn the dance of holding on and letting go.
-- Karen Konrad
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Last updated: May 22, 2004