Monday, September 23, 2013

Breath... and I listen... Meditations: Native American Flute Album

Breath... And I listen...

When breath becomes a sounding grace
Within it finds a sacred place
When breath becomes a lilting sublime
Within it finds the knowing divine

When breath becomes the life it gives
Within the spirit the splendor lives.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 


  1. Beautiful, beautiful music, I love the flute, it is so calming and peaceful as is your poem.
    Thank you, Rose Marie.

    May today find you blessed!

    1. Thank You. I am so pleased dear Margie that you enjoyed the music... I feel it is so nourishing to our spirit... I too, love the flute... it is the poetry of breath itself. Much love ...