ONE LAST BREATH

zandraart

ONE LAST BREATH

Down in the blue vacuum,

I’ll depart from here soon.

As I float down,

you need not frown.

This is where I want to be.

I will be finally free.

I hold firm against the tide.

Small fish gather at my side.

I feel lightheaded and free

I am now one with the sea.

MOVE TOO FAST

Life moves too fast.

People rushing back and forth.

Where are they going?

Do they reach their destinations?

Rushing.

Everything a blur.

Faces and lights flashing by.

Stop!

Take a breath.

What happened to enjoying life?

Living for the moment.

When does that happen?

A STEP INTO THE UNKNOWN

freelivingsociety:Lake Nicaragua on a road trip

A STEP INTO THE UNKNOWN

My last step.
My last day.
My last breath.
Will it be like
stepping off a pier?
Will I be alone?
Or with friends and family?
I want it to be brief.
A step forward into the unknown.
One minute, present on earth.
The next minute, on a new plane.
In a new dimension.
A new adventure.

YOUR ELEVATOR IS WAITING

The doors open.
The elevator is waiting.
Pick a floor.
Any floor.
It doesn't matter which one.
For it goes to one place.
Up.
Through the clouds.
High above it all.
Where you could let go.
Let your imagination soar.
To new heights.
To new beginnings.
To the impossible.
To the improbable.
Take a deep breath.
What do you see?
What do you want to see?
All becomes possible.
All becomes probable.
Enjoy.

THE ROAD TAKEN

THE ROAD TAKEN

The road can feel endless.
Never-ending.
Following twists and turns.
Over mountains.
Down valleys.
On its quest.
To reach the end.
It can be hard to follow.
Using up your strength.
Taking away your breath.
But soldier on.
The end will be worth it.

DEAR STATUE

DEAR STATUE

So alive.
I could hear you breathing.
Is that a moan?
Maybe it was the wind.
Is that a rustle of clothing?
Maybe someone else is in the garden.
Is that a sigh?
I heard a sigh.
Are you tired of standing still?
Is that a tear on your cheek?
Your eyes look sad.
Reflecting a remorse so deep
that I can feel it.
What else do I feel?
A whisper of breath on my face.
Are you breathing, dear one?
Are you alive beneath the stone?
Raise your head.
Look me in the eye.
It’s time to be free.
Let your soul be free
and soar above on your wings.
Take flight, dear one.
Take flight.

ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.
Icy cold.
Toes are numb.
Fingers are tingling.
I can see my breath.
I can hear the wind blowing.
Whipping past my face.
I’m getting tired.
But I must continue on.
To the top of the hill.
The view is waiting for me.
I can’t disappoint it
or myself.
Only a few more steps.
And…
It has taken my breath away.
The colors.
The sharp edges.
Prettier than a picture.
Perfect in its beauty.

LOST IN THE RAIN

Lost in the rain.
Beaten down.
Alone.
Drifting.
Tired.
Wet.
Ready to give up.
On life.
On the world.
Curled up in a ball.
Ready for my last breath.
Then the unexpected happens.
The sun comes out.
The birds begin to chirp.
A wet breeze hits my face.
I look up into the sun.
I don’t feel so alone anymore.
I feel alive.
I’m happy I waited.
Waited for time to pass.
For time to heal old wounds.
I’m ready to face the day.

 

LIGHT THE WAY

The lights of a city.
Nothing is as bright.
Nothing can make you
Hold your breath.
For the anticipation,
Excitement,
And noise,
Of a big city.
It entices you.
Draws you into
Its arms.
Takes you on a ride.
Of thrills and adventure.
Light the way.

A TIME TO THINK

groteleur:

Inspiration ballet photography >

A time to pause and reflect.
Let the world continue its spinning,
while you stop and think.
Take a deep breath before
moving on to your next adventure.
Before the future becomes the present.

SOAR HIGH ABOVE

celestiol:

Rio de Janeiro | by Slobodan Zecevic

Take a ride in the evening sky.
Above the buildings and cars, where
all begins to look smaller and smaller.
Soar high above the people and noise,
listen to the quiet.
And take time to take a deep breath and think.

COME DANCE WITH ME

LET’S DANCE UNDERWATER.
HOLD YOUR BREATH
AND JUMP IN.