06/10/2026
Absolutely divine poem by Donna Martin
Life’s teacher:full poem.
Observe me, and learn to live effortlessly in the present moment. Feel me, says the breath, and feel the ebb and flow of life.
Allow me, and I’ll sustain and nourish you, filling you with energy and cleansing you of tension and fatigue.
Move with me,and I’ll invite your soul to dance.
Make sounds with me and I shall teach your soul to sing.
Follow me, and I’ll lead you out to the farthest reaches of the universe, and inward to the deepest parts of your inner world.
Notice, that I am as valuable to you coming or going… that every part of my cycle is as necessary as another… that after I’m released, I return again and again… that even after a long pause – moments when nothing seems to happen – eventually I am there.
Each time I come, I am a gift from life. And yet you release me without regret… without suffering… without fear.
Notice how you take me in. Is it with joy… with gratitude…? Do you take me in fully… invite me into all the inner spaces of your home? …Or carefully into just inside the door? What places in you am I not allowed to nourish?
And notice, how you release me. Do you hold me prisoner in closed up places in the body? Is my release resisted… do you let me go reluctantly, or easily?
And are my waves of breath, as gentle as a quiet sea, softly smoothing sandy stretches of yourself….Or anxious, urgent, choppy waves…Or the crashing tumult of a stormy sea…?
And can you feel me as the link between your inner and outer worlds… feel me as life’s exchange between the Universe and You? The Universe breathes me into You… You send me back to the Universe. I am the flow of life between every single part and the whole.
Your attitude to me, is your attitude to Life. Welcome me… embrace me fully. Let me nourish you completely, then set me free. Move with me, dance with me, sing with me, sigh with me… Love me. Trust me. Don’t try to control me.
I am the breath.
Life is the musician.
You are the flute.
And music, creativity, depends on all of us. You are not the creator… nor the creation. We are all a part of the process of creativity… You, life, and me: the breath.