Moving rivers
Still mountains
We revel
In the contradictions,
Yet balance becomes
All that we breathe.
We are the breath
Newly born;
Breathe deep
The prayer of purpose:
Ringing, singing,
Giving us gifts.
Crystal, myrrh, sage,
Sunflower, iris,
Camelia, coriander.
Desert air
So still,
Filled with cacti.
Birds belong
Where they wish
Hovering over home..
We too, can know
When home is home,
Not refuge.
When seeking
Becomes found,
And no longer
Does the search
Need be painful.
Kathryn Lamberg
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