For The Sunday Muse prompt #117:
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Breathe,
in spite of beauty,
in spite of the frailty
of the blue orb floating free
beneath your feet,
stunning you.
Breathe,
because of beauty
because the earth hugs you
like a mother tethers
her unborn child
fragile in its parts
guiding, calling, growing
feeding.
Breathe,
because home centres you
because wherever you are
times and seasons are locked
in an eternal dance
Breathe,
because.
A Geek's Life 
Oh A.J. I absolutely love every line. It is beautiful, wise, and deep like an ocean. It feels like a poetic prayer for us all.
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This is nothing but lovely, AJ.
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Gorgeous poem, AJ!
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So glad I returned to read …. I thoroughly enjoyed this and as I sit here, I am breathing deeply.
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This is beautiful. And I agree–breathing deeply as I read through it.
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