Aura

She is the Goddess of the early morning
Goddess of the cool early morning breeze
I push open the door
I stand and take it in
into my pain.

Aura Goddess of this Olympian air
runs though me
and I am transformed.

Able to ascertain my berth,
my place
laying leeward into
the exhalation of the Goddess
I sail these gracious winds.

Coming at once to rest
coming at once to me
acknowledging my need
for gentle touch
and kindly reminders
that she is there
and welcomes me home.
 

Breath

From the first yowl of outrage

at being cast onto this

bright white shore

to that last silent exhale,

we breathe, our life

In and out

In and out

So routine

It steps back from center stage.

Our life a drama

suffering and delight

mostly suffering

and all the while

air comes in, goes out

this cool breeze of our being.