Knowing.
Soaked in deep mystery,
conceived through life\'s troublesome times
and caught invitingly inside breath stands a
vision of loveliness lost but readily regained
because intuition insists.
Wild dreams become tamed
when flowering insight blossoms yet never
wilts with allowed ire nor is ever sightless
this love-breath, knowing freshness could
not exist if blindness remained.
As a white whispering dove
will stay quiet until high-flying then stride
into heaven itself to release a dream held
fast inside so are aspects of breath felt by
those having felt the breath of love.