I-breathe-in-the-future, breathe-out-the-past.

barefoot running

five steps in, four steps out

my lips are sealed

but soles are free

to stroke the Earth I know so well

where dreams can soar

and life is more

than rutted ground and nasty stones

that make me frown

and get me down.

yet, by and by

through nostrils willing,

and heart forgiving

the flow returns

from head to feet,

a hope-filled beat.

An ode to barefoot running and affirmative nasal breathing;-)

The post’s title is taken from a meditation described in Barbara Ann Brennan’s book, Hands of Light.