When I lift my gaze above the branches, my lungs expand.
Grace comes like that, subtly, like breath,
unexpectedly,
like the wind,
invisible
except for what moves.
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Wise Heart Practices of Movement, Metaphor, Meditation & Meaning
When I lift my gaze above the branches, my lungs expand.
Grace comes like that, subtly, like breath,
unexpectedly,
like the wind,
invisible
except for what moves.