Life Cycles
God in the Window
The other day I was lying in bed watching the snow fall. I became aware of the cyclical nature of my own breaths, and thought about how much of life unfolds in cycles. Sometimes within my experiences of life cycles, I have been, to put it mildly, frustrated. Frustrated that I seemed to be at the same place again (although, of course I was not), frustrated that my life which I envisioned in a linear manner was not cooperating. Within the cycle of my breaths, though, as I thought of life, and thus, of God (however you imagine this to be) I thought that perhaps God gives us some cycles so that we many never be truly lost. We always have a place, a home to which to return.
Red Mountains
Red mountains,
Green trees,
God playing Van Gogh
with complementary colors
Out my window.
Snow, lazily drifts upwards,
giving indication of the wind
beneath.
The flakes seemingly confused
for a moment before
succumbing to their destined pull of gravity.
Could I be as complacent and welcoming
in my knowledge of such
irrefutable forces?
Death comes to mind.
So I lie in bed and notice my breath,
reassuring myself that death
will wait at least another moment.
I teach this cycle in my anatomy courses-
inspire/expire/inspire/expire
The cued rhythm of Sa-Ta- Na-Ma
joins the chant.
Existence- life-death- rebirth
I live the cycle of Sa-Ta-Na-Ma
but I do not teach it.
Nor do I teach the following, which
I know to be true-
God gives us cycles, so we do not become
lost in visions outside of our windows.
I love the rhythm of this poem, Kimberly.
Thanks so much!!
So much wisdom in the last two lines
Thank you for sharing!
Thank you:)
Sometimes you may teach it. I get the feeling the lessons are often not in the words we speak in the classroom, but present none the less. Love your words!
Thank you so much- I hope I do have that impact on my students
wonderful! we are always at home if we remember to the breath!
Yes!