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.
From: https://www.mindfulnessbell.org/archive/2015/06/poem-form-formlessness
Date: 2005
By: Janet Elizabeth Aalfs (1956- )
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