
Precious is the quiet morning when I sit to breathe, just breathe. The highway hum in the distance, accompanied by a faint unknown rumble, and the caws of a bird, are heard in this stillness. How often does the environment around me go unnoticed as I am going about my day? The box of my mind has me doing and going. The senses of my body are left behind. Every time I stop, and return to my breath throughout the day, I return to a conscious noticing. It is then that I return to my body. My arms, my legs, my heart, and my mind are one again. There is a relief in just breathing.
When I first tried meditation is was unaccessible. Stillness did not feel safe. Letting go was scary. I lived in protection mode and this surrender to motionless living was a foreign land. Bit by bit I have found peaceful connection and I am grateful for all the guides who have helped me along the way.
constricted muscles
seek winter sunlight, birds perch
pause to exhale pain
© Ali Grimshaw 2024
Join me at dVerse Poets' Pub for
Haibun Monday 1-29-24: Breath
Photo taken during our most recent ice storm. It is a close up of the beautiful frost on my bathroom window.







