[stylist] Breathe sestina

[KajunCutie926 at aol.com]

Eve, this is just lovely!  I am trying to pick  out my favorite line but I 
cannot.  I will say though that the title alone  was enough to intrigue me 
and the poem just flowed with the thoughts envisioned  by the title. Well 
done in my humble opinion!
Myrna
 
 
In a message dated 4/16/2012 12:43:06 P.M. Central Daylight Time,  
3rdeyeonly at gmail.com writes:

Hi all,  My wonderful friend and mentor has taught me how to write sestinas.
I just  finished my second attempt (the first is not being shared, sorry),
but I  thought I would share this one with you all. I like the description I
was  given of how they are layers, but because of the nature of this the
layers  have all fused. That is also my perception of what happens  during
meditation. Enjoy and Namaste,  Eve



Breathe


With the world I am one.

My skin  tingles with the touch of the wind.

I am comforted by the suns  warmth.

The rustle of the grass is a beautiful silence.

Of Man,  I hear no sound.

I am one at peace.


With the world I am at  peace.

My existence is but one

sigh of a great sound

lost  in the eternal wind.

My inner warmth

is lost in  silence.


The moving leaves are a beautiful silence.

It is  the music of my peace.

Through closed lids I see the suns  warmth.

With time I am one,

But time travels with the  wind.

Of Mans world, there is no sound.


Mans persistent  intruders are but white sound

as backdrop to natures beautiful  silence.

All intrusion is first carried away on the wind

Before  it could be a disturbance to my peace

Blessed rain that has passed,  helps Earth and sun become one

so that I may smell the  warmth.


Scents of nutmeg, honey, and Earth bring warmth

to  my senses as opening blossoms create a great sound.

With the lotus I am  one

reveling in a beautiful silence.

Bees and birds are fused  with my peace

as their music becomes part of the wind.


As if  exposed muscles are massaged by the wind

All senses awake with  warmth.

Body, mind, and soul are at peace.

An insect walks a  stem creating a great sound

As a distant silence

Comes from  grasshoppers jumping as one.


The Earth has become one with the  wind

As the warmth is carried in silence

To become pure sound  for my  peace.


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