The wind blows
in many directions.
I find myself tossed along
like a leaf.
I wrap myself around a tree,
hanging on for dear life.
Gasping for breath with
my head fuzzy,
I hear a voice in the wind
Or is it a whisper?
Is that a daisy talking to me?
But I am just a simple leaf.
"Come back to the breath.
Trust that your breath will ground you.
And be willing to receive all that you deserve",
the daisy whispers.
And I am reminded to adjust my sails
upon the whispers of my breath.
by Samantha James
Words In Motion 2014
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