To trust in what I do not
understand –
the way flowers follow
with imperceptible grace
the sequence of the day,
to bend at nightfall
like wheat in the wind
or to let go,
like seeds anticipating Spring
to be still with the stillness
of my body breathing
is to be, perhaps,
like prayer
alive
and vital in the air.
by Michael S. Glaser – Poet Laureate of Maryland, 2004-2009
To Life! 
“to be still with the stillness of my body breathing”…I like that phrase! It could be Daoist, too.
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That’s what I thought too, Sabishi. I had to share it – the words bring such peace. It’s a beautiful poem.
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Thanks for that poem. I enjoy your posts. I like who you are evolving into! It takes time, and an open mind, like yours. Keep exploring!
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Thank you so much for that, Sabishi. It means a lot to me. š
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