Well, well ~

You know, I love Him dearly, 

      but I can't let my wholeness depend upon another soul ...

 ~ Drink from your own well ~

Love the tenderest balm

But I learn

To grow my own calm ~ 

Survival through storm & swell

Means knack to Drink from

One's Own Well ~

Rhyming aside ~ yeah, His love begins to fill in the hollows as tide

Sly touch of wave and water lap

Moon-like he's gone but He comes back

Accustomed to His Distance

      I'm swimming far from the shore ~

  Where into Cosmos lap I fell

        When I learned to Drink from 

  My Own Well ~

       Independence Even so,

  His Love brought Warm

And Light as well

  A hearth hot Bath

Hot camomile tea

  And The Hands He gave were

Full of Me

    (Photos by Missimos ~ January 2014)

Breathe

Breathe and you know you are alive.
Breathe and you know that all is helping you.
Breathe and you know that you are the world.
Breathe and you know that the flower is breathing too.
Breathe for yourself and you breathe for the world.

Breathe in compassion and breathe out joy.

Breathe and be one with the air that you breathe.
Breathe and be one with the river that flows.
Breathe and be one with the earth that you tread.
Breathe and be one with the fire that glows.
Breathe and you break the thought of birth and death.
Breathe and you see that impermanence is life.

Breathe for your joy to be steady and calm.
Breathe for your sorrow to flow away.
Breathe to renew every cell in your blood.
Breathe to renew the depths of consciousness.
Breathe and you dwell in the here and now.
Breathe and all you touch is new and real.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~