If at the point of quiet contemplation, I bring some vague confusion, I will let my confusions be. (I have travelled with them a long way.) I will listen quietly, Breathe evenly, deeply. As I remember my ancient roots, The old seeds bloom again. The flowers smell as sweet As they did to the ancients, Who inhaled their fragrance fervently. I inhale the hidden Essence. Oh, gift of Netjer! Gift in every breath! I receive with gratitude, I release with gratitude. Inhaling, ------- Exhaling, ------- I am in Balance, I am in Peace. Joan Ann Lansberry, 3-26-14 Printable pdf