This morning,
a fog-filled canyon captured me.
Rolled out its net of white and drew me in.
Was I then caught?
Was l set free?
The fog said, “Rest.
I am life’s breath.
Please take me in.
Exhale. Exalt.”
Fog wrapped me up and held me close.
And sang a white-wool lullaby:
“I will never leave you, dear.
Breathe, my darling child.”
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This morning,
a fog-filled canyon captured me.
Rolled out its net of white and drew me in.
Was I then caught?
Was l set free?
The fog said, "Rest.
I am life's breath.
Please take me in.
Exhale. Exalt."
Fog wrapped me up and held me close.
And sang a white-wool lullaby:
"I will never leave you, dear.
Breathe, my darling child."
by Constance Alexander written at the UCSD retreat. August 2001. Constance lives in Ashland, Oregon and practices with the Community of Mindful Living. Southern Oregon.
