First Breath

November 17, 2009

Waking up by the hush of the whistling blue birds song

Sharing your time most memorably, most carefree, most freely

Strolling along at your own pace, there is no race

With time given to look out the chilled window, as the earth opens you to breath

Clouds blanket melting lightly over your shoulders, the world gives you a subtle awareness of time, an understanding of acceptance, as the forgiving rain streams down your eyelids.

A tattered past has new meaning, and all healing hearts invite new opening, a new life within you now shines over your head, bringing brilliant opportunity for growth, with contentment, bringing the most friendly motivation.

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