Breathe out a small gift back
Breathe in as far as blooming pussy willow
Breathe out a tender breeze
Breathe in to toes
Breathe out and bend to touch
Breathe deep to here
Breathe out to now I am
Breathe as the gold finch at feeder
Breathe out to fly away with him.
Mary Paterson writes of her 40 days at Thich Nhat Hanh's French monastery which inspired me to write the lines above. In one part of the book she mentions Thich Nhat Hanh speaking of finding your hermit and I realized I found mine in Red Bud, the mountain who looks over me!
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