Language of breathing

Text: There is significance in how we breathe in And a language to our exhale The way we draw our breath is a reflection Of where our thoughts drift Truthfully

May I sit?

May I sit - poetry by Roshan Grossman

May I come alongside you And just sit a spell? My feet are tired From running My legs are weary From traveling My arms are aching From holding on My mind is letting go Untethering My eyes are opening And the view is dazzling, but blurry And I don’t want to trip So may I […]