In composing miracles
5 March 2016
I hear sounds
Of Time’s chronicles
Whirring slow
Into place
As past merges in future
Confusing senses
Elation
Disorientation
Conflicting
Emotions
They seize me and shake me dry
Of moist tenderness
The mind firm
Resumes exercise
Breathe life in
Breathe pain out
My shoulders squared I stand stout
Waging daily war
The slow breath
It is a wonder
As it fills
My ribcage
Reminder of beating life
That throbs in blue veins
Days remains
They spell the night’s trace
As it walks
Stilted pace
Forgotten the morning grace
As darkness now falls
Yesterday
Life was so simple
We flew kites
Hearts brandished
In composing miracles
We lived every wish
Reading of the poem:
Chopin Nocturne in D-flat Op.27 No.2 – Maksim Mrvica
Somewhere in Time – Maksim Mrvica
Hana’s Eyes – Maksim Mrvica
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
Geetha this was a beautiful and powerful write. “Breathe life in, breathe pain out.” That was awesome.
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Thank you Andrew. I actually did not mean it figuratively. There is a breathing technique I use – which also came to me in a dream like many things that simply come to me – which seems to be very effective for going past certain hurdles in letting go of past hurt and attaining forgiveness 🙂
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Is that the breathing technique where you concentrate on the object sausing pain to latrer release it?
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It is similar although the other technique is to release actual physical pain only. You mentioned that you had used the technique with some relief so perhaps you can use the same for “moral” pain or items that require forgiveness. Basically, like in the case of a limb/existing physical part of yourself, you actually concentrate on diffusing your air energy into the visualisation of the event which caused the moral pain and at the same time concentrate on the person(s) having caused the pain. You then imagine the evacuation through air energy and this time going through your heart (you actually visualise the air penetrating the heart coded blue and leaving it coded red and infused with light). Basically you recycle the emotion using the visual vibration of the heart and the air energy carrying capacity for the hurt.
I am not sure this sounds like nonsense to you but this is the technique I use and it has been successful for me
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This is amazing, Geetha.
But I think I love these lines the most:
The mind firm
Resumes exercise
Breathe life in
Breathe pain out
My shoulders squared I stand stout
Waging daily war
A often shared sentiment of mine.
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Thank you Eric. I read often from your beautiful poems that you too have experienced the feelings
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Apart from the joints, I think I am living yesterday today
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Good for you Derrick. I heard holly can be good for the joints
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“In composing miracles
We lived every wish” — what a beautiful way to live. I we all have a chance to experience this.
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