THIS I BELIEVE by Carolyn Chilton Casas

This I Believe

I believe that goodness is the

root and core of all of life;

an act of kindness

is the best reaction to any action;

there is no separation between myself

and my fellow living beings;

a benevolent river of consciousness exists

that holds us forever afloat in our experience;

each time we respond to an encounter

it is from a choice of fear or love;

we live to the best of our ability,

receive and give in our own capacity;

with love, trust and allowing

everything can be sorted out.

I believe in openness, in being vulnerable,

and in making a practice of our shared breath.

* * *

A Time my Own

Birdsong awakens me

to first light

through bamboo slats;

consciousness drifts forward.

The things to do are many

but life has taught me

to honor morning stillness.

Respiration slows and deepens,

becomes more aware,

bathing the space around my heart.

Tingles of energy flow

on the breath, yielding

trust, balance, and wonder.

The gift of sacred contemplation

calmly centers, smooths

rough edges from the day to come,

like pieces of glass lovingly

tumbled by the sea.

(Both of these poems originally appeared in the author's book Our Shared Breath)

Carolyn Chilton Casas is a Reiki Master and teacher. Her favorite themes for writing are: healing, wellness, awareness, and the spiritual journey. Carolyn's articles and poems have appeared in Energy, Mujer Holística, Odyssey, Reiki News Magazine, The Art of Healing and in other publications. You can read more of Carolyn’s work on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ or in her debut collection of poems titled Our Shared Breath.

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