Small Conceits

Musings. Stories. Poems. From where I stand.

Breathing In

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She

     wears

          white,

one leg tucked beneath her,

chin resting on the bent knee of the other.

Her hands rest, one palm up

     to receive,

one palm down

     to give.

From her fingers flow

     ten

          rivers

               of calm.


Knowing is not all.

Understanding is not enough.

  Being

          is.

woman sitting cross-legged

photo courtesy of Imani Clovis via Unsplash

Author: Denise

I'm Denise. I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light. And there's always a story.

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