threads of air

the ocean is my temple
the forest is my church
the desert my yoga haven
the jungle my meditation garden

i am dancing
in this tapestry
woven of threads
of green and blue

i am the shadows
of this waving cloth
caressing the breeze
that connects me and you

we are the breath
upon the fabric
between islands of paradise
of matter and light

the ocean is my temple
the forest is my church
the desert my yoga haven
the jungle my meditation garden

in shadow of watchful kestrel
beneath night owl’s silent perch
seeking shelter under wing of raven
i am but seed beneath eager pigeons

consumed before
my wings have spread
subsumed into
both air and feathers

i am the breath
within the wind
the wings that beat it
and the flags they wave

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About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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One Response to threads of air

  1. oh you warrior in the wild, you!

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