[stylist] Breathe sestina

[Eve Sanchez]

Ashley, Thank you for your interst. My original post has a cut and paste
version that reads correctly. Unless your email jumbles things as well
which I guess is possible. Let me know if this is not sufficient.  Jackie,
Thank you. That is what I was striving for. Namaste, Eve

On Mon, Apr 16, 2012 at 11:41 AM, Eve Sanchez <3rdeyeonly at gmail.com> wrote:

> 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
>
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> Of Mans world, there is no sound.
>
>
> Mans persistent intruders are but white sound
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> 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
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> All senses awake with warmth.
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> Body, mind, and soul are at peace.
>
> An insect walks a stem creating a great sound
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> As a distant silence
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> Comes from grasshoppers jumping as one.
>
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> The Earth has become one with the wind
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> As the warmth is carried in silence
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> To become pure sound for my peace.
>