I stand in the peace of a moonless night
And fill my lungs with a deep breath
Hold it, hold it, and feel the silence
Then exhale slowly, listening
As the breath escapes in a whoosh
Breathing out, out into the universe
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2022 14:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Feeling my smallness in the universe today.
- Category: Reflection
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Yes dear Bella when we seek silence and breathe night's peace we learn our smallness as more life fills our hearts - -- a inspiring read.
Thank you Fay for your thoughtful comment. Thant peace of night is so very different.
Oh yes, we are tiny cogs. True lines.
Thank you Rozina for commenting. I do feel comfortable in this life with my fellow cogs.
That universe is there for us all to admire and be part of Bella.
Andy
Thank you so much for your comment Goldfinch. Something about the stillness of the night makes me feel a part of everything.
if its not too late, I can truly & totally relate .. a well penned meditation my friend ......................... Neville
Thank you Neville, so glad you can relate. I'll take every moment of it I can get.
Lovely writing 🙂
Thank you Violet for your comment, truly appreciated.
I suppose we are but a mere particle in the big scale of life, which can be a bit frightening at times.
Thank you Paul, you put it very well. Looking at the night sky certainly brings home to me where I fit in the scheme of things.
the universe is vast and unfathomable and it is as much a part of us as we are a part of it. every breathe we take and release resonates that deep rooted connection. great lines Bella!
Thank you dear poet, so glad to make your acquaintance and look forward to reading your work.
you're welcome! and I'm glad too to be acquainted with a talented and very creative poet!
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Breathing helps center us, calm us and is a method used by different groups for meditation, yoga etc.. In fact it is so basic that the verb, to be, derives from a time that was so ancient that the only way to express that one was alive was to say that it breathed. Therefore to be meant to breath.
Dear friend your comment means so much to me, thank you. I do meditate and your words are very reassuring.
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