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still, the Earth breathes
"Still the Earth Breathes"
Beneath the ash-grey skies of longing,
the earth breathes—not for you,
not for me, but for itself.
A pulse steady, undaunted by
the footsteps we leave behind.
You will see the shadows move,
and not ask why.
You will taste the salt of oceans past,
and still the waves will rise—
relentless, unforgiving, and free.
They bend, they whisper,
yes, they falter, but like the trees
that bow to the storm, they rise again.
I have walked through cobbled streets of sorrow,
where silence hums louder than hymns.
I have felt the crack of thunder in my chest—
but still I press forward, like the gull that rides the tempest.
Do you hear it? This rhythm beneath the quiet,
this song that shapes the rippling dawn?
It is there, between the bracken and stone,
between the promise of sky and its return to earth.
You cannot still it, nor should you try.
For even as I stumble, even as the gale bends me low,
I rise—not alone, but as one with the tide, with the soil,
with the breath that remains when all else fades.
This is why I should log in
This is why I should log in here more often. I am richer for reading this vast and delicate glimpse of transcendence.
This is transformative meditation: the absurdities and sorrows of the human adventure seem trivial when contemplating the eons of undaunted breathing and majesty around us: a world that will go on quite well without us.
Experiencing a oneness with the Earth, observing its breathtaking expanse, whims, moods and ultimate resilience, you exquisitely, in language worthy of the grandeur, raise our sights far above this care-laden existence.
Pain is part of the Earthly package, but you learn perseverance from the stormy theater “like the gull that rides the tempest”.
Very inspiring!
No meditation is complete without entering the silence, and you expressed it with finesse and euphoric beauty in the fifth stanza.
This entire expression is an experience, a pilgrimage, a triumph. Applause!
Thank you so much for
Thank you so much for unfurling the sails of this poem, allowing it to fly into the expanse of awareness and the cosmos of being.
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