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Friday, 27 September 2019

Form, Formlessness by Janet Elizabeth Aalfs

My one small life is formed from more than a hundred million breaths. In, out

I am still breathing. Even as I count the only breath is now.

This heart that is my only heart pulses without a break thousands of times a day whether I am grateful or not.

Thank you heart. Thank you breath.

Songbirds ecstatic, clouds swirl like feathers. Multiplying cell by cell I dissolve.

Gratitude is nothing, a breath nothing you can keep. Neither a heartbeat. Neither this moment, formless,

more powerful than all our lives. In one fleeting sigh a simple feeling washes through me. Hello Love, I recognize your face.


Date: 2005

By: Janet Elizabeth Aalfs (1956- )