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A mid-week poem: Falling

I have been absent from this blog for too long. I’ve missed the writing. I still write my “morning pages” almost every day but the poetry isn’t coming; lots of titles and ideas but little inspiration. There is so much chaos out there right now; it’s difficult to make sense of it!

So, I am falling!

Falling

Equinox behind, beyond balance,
Nights grow longer, shadows deepen.

Already inside, isolating, avoiding;
The waiting for darkness somehow soothes.

Breathing slows, drops, lengthens;
Eyes close, focus softens, turns inward.

An easy scan, toes to nose, body subsiding;
This is an inside job now; just breathe, be.

The falling isn’t downward but inward,
Into that core of self, being.

The gyro at the base of that core spins;
It stabilizes giving the body purpose.

Rest, be easy, let in the light;
No shadow here, on the inside.

 

 

 

©2020 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

  1. Lilia Shoshanna Rae
    October 7, 2020 at 8:37 am

    Love it. Thanks.

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