What Life Arises from this Breath

What life arises from this breath
of tree, breath of grass and scrub?
Freely gifted on the inner stream,
what life does not? In one breath,

in-going and outgoing, we breathe
so pure sun moon and stars,
light and ranging rivers,
our lovers and our loves.

Rick Visser

One thought on “What Life Arises from this Breath

  1. That is really a beautiful poem, Rick. Thank you. Gratefully, Joe

    On Tue, May 28, 2019 at 7:59 PM Our Gallant Ship wrote:

    > Horizon Blue posted: ” what life arises in this breath of tree, this > breath of grass and scrub? what life does not? In one breath above and > below, in and out we breathe sun moon and stars, our lovers and our loves. > Rick Visser ” >

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