A Poem

The Secret Path

I follow the journey of breath–a kinetic wind

creates the body transparent; I ask, where, when

did you begin, who have you inhabited, and who will

welcome you when I exhale?

 

Through which window,

which door, which country will you go?

Life-giver, dear to all, moving beyond boundaries,

beyond dogma and hatred, So Hum.

 

 

(c) Gudrun Mouw

11. 21. 15

2 Comments

  1. Abhaya said:

    Today, especially today, this is food for my soul.

    December 31, 2015
    Reply
  2. Cathy said:

    Ahhh, your poem is a blessing. A remembrance and a balm. Gratitude!

    January 5, 2016
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