We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. RUMI
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. RUMI
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.
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.
These sounding gestures a lilting grace
Hands, lips, with breath and love to place
Heard be this music and known be our heart
From which the blessings of breath shall not depart.
Hands, lips, with breath and love to place
Heard be this music and known be our heart
From which the blessings of breath shall not depart.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Grace Be Faith, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014.
1 comment:
Beautiful.
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