breath

The Man with Grass Growing on his Back

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Suffused Into our Humanity

As You Are,

You Breathe

Our breath,

Sigh our Sighs

Move with us like Water and Wind

Tug at our Bellies

some of us Listen

Others Not

sometimes you have a flute

sometimes a fork,  a cup, or crowned with vine,

Millennia of Descriptions

have tried a hand

at Portrayal

we fail however at seeing

You

part of Us

Earthbound

Mysterious

Instinctual Wisdom

so frowned upon

by centuries of  Virgin Birth

followed by centuries of Reason

Yet you defy them all

Carrying, as you do

an Intelligence

not to be changed

By Place or Time

Painting by Felix Vallotton La Source

Painting by Felix Vallotton
La Source

 

Of Breath & Bones

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I see you from my Distance

Watching those Steadily

Rise, as you have,

Observing them cultivate

Favor, all be it awkwardly,

mistaking  indispensable

Sincerity for

Brawn unwittingly

short-lived

 

Yet you, Continue

Plodding

Clear as to our Condition

Transparent too, as to that

Cellular make up

One which doesn’t Linger

One which doesn’t wait

 

you Smile at the Hubris

of young muscle

(your giving heart

has witnessed

so many)

 

Will they persevere

Upon hitting the Wall

of Time?

Will they, as you do

learn to Harness

Inner Strength?

Summon Might

Learn Beauty,

Power,

All Present

in the Adversity

of an Ageing body?

 

Or will they Break

Retire, knees and hips buckling

As they decline to Bend

to the Inner Sanctum

of Breath and Bones?

 

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

 

Relinquishing

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Something in the sound

like the Unraveling of a rope long gripped in panic

the release of a Breath exhaled at last

the Cooling brought on at dusk on a summer’s day

a flock of geese Honking as they push north

the peal of water

*  *  *

Relief at assessing with my heart

there is nothing more I can do

the ultimate Act of trust

an order to the chaos of my life

A message in the heat

meaning in the migrating geese

purpose in the sound of water

*  *  *

the unraveling Rope escapes my hand

precipitates the notion Nothing

was there to begin with

only my will

*  *  *

relinquishing or the Acceptance

that I am infinitesimally small

in an immeasurably large universe

governed by laws intuited

within instants, Fade

the moment they take Form.

*   *   *

Yaron Rosner Duplicata

Yaron Rosner
Duplicata