Thoughts spin slowly
in controlled revolutions
on prayer wheels stem
from start to finish
with impermanence,
and like the purity of
water vapor they come only
for us to release like
inflated balloons…

A soft sigh catches the wind
An involuntary sob escapes regression,
and startled slumbering revelations
might impede our purpose
yet in unison it seems we
are all for the very first time
learning how to breathe

Written by Sara Fielder © Feb 2016