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 

2 comments:

Margie said...

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!

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

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 ...