Poems of the Week

Breathing In The Center


I breathe in the perfume

of peonies, hold for a

moment as the energy

grows, then breathe out

anxiety and doubt.  I sway,

as if standing in the cradle

of the cosmos.  I breathe

in star stuff, dust from

the feet of prophets, spray

from the primordial sea,

and release everything that

shackles me.  I breathe in

healing energy until I rest

inside the circle of my being

and land precisely in the

center of my soul again.


by Danna Faulds