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.