It came sudden and actually knocked the wind out of me… I held my breath waiting for this moment to disappear, but it didn’t. Instead, it roared through my body, and till I found my breath; my breath to surrender, to my consciousness, to my true living. I didn’t know that through my loss, I would be found. The coming of my breath. the coming of my breath, broke me open- I was numb, to my living- looking at life, stained with pain- absorbed in anger, it brought me, to my- turning point, oh to breathe, it all in- it all out, it came, as my opening- breath of living, breath of consciousness, breath of surrender, I who was, at the precipice- of losing, of gaining- all at once. it all falls, away from me- in my breath, brings me to- the realm, of my being- heart, touching- spirit, turning to see- the real me. ~ Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg : About 3 years ago, I was awakened ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry