When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Breathing . . .

When I'm frustrated , angry , sad , any of those not so pleasant feelings.
If I but take one moment in the woods ,
inhaling the sweet , pure ever green breath  of her . . .  in . . .

It is enough to wipe the slate clean.
And I am once again ~ my self.

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