haikai

Rûaħ: a #haibun exploring an experience of the #soul…#haiku #poetry

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Breathe.

Let the torrent of thoughts come. The to-do lists for work that never get done. That hello to the boss left unreturned. The wild apathy of the few in that one class. The coming commute. The restlessness of the repetition of it all.

Let the flood of feelings come with that torrent of thoughts. Anxiety, a whailing banshee foretelling doom around every corner. Bite-the-bullet determination exercised through gritted teeth, knotted shoulder muscles and a contracting neck spasm. A foaming-at-the-mouth pit bull of leashed rage awaiting a lax hand.

Let them come. Then let them go.

Breathe in the moment. Breathe through the torrent and the flood. Breathe.

Until a small, still voice that sings in silence emerges. Listen, and breathe in that listening.

And in that breathing, in that being, experience the rest of the soul, at last.

 

flickering candle

a slow stir from the zafu

into the day

 

for Poets United–midweek motif–psyche/soul, posted by Susan.

14 replies »

  1. Wonderful! Such intimate knowledge of the build up and let go. I know this intimately: “Anxiety, a whailing banshee foretelling doom” and the shoulder knots as well. It takes a while to let the soul breathe. And the breath is good.

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  2. Oh, “The restlessness of the repetition of it all.” But I did breathe. It was not hard after reading your wonderful and calming piece. Thank you!

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