Traveling With The Breath. Two Women (Part Ii) Poem by Elena V. Moonray

II. Two Women

More and more often now I see a face of an older Asian woman,
Whom I never met…but could have, so many times…
She is cooking delicious meals in a backyard of her cozy house
in Houston…

She is growing veggies; she is saving them
For her son to try when he comes back…
She is thinking of him all the time…they are close; they a real family…
She wants him to feel loved…She is waiting for him
To come back from New York soon…

She is powerful and wise; she knows what’s best for her son,
she prays for him at the temple
and she will never allow anyone to take away her hopes
for her son’s happy future with their family

I see her face so clearly… she smiles, she talks, she looks,
She loves…
And she will never be able to accept me…I was told…

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I breathe in discouragement of limitations… I hold it … I don’t want it…
…but it got me…and I feel it…
I hold it…I breathe out love…
I breathe in a pain of dismissal… I hold it… I don’t want it!
I hold it…hold it……I embrace it…I burn it with my breath…
and I breathe out…love…

I breathe in a cold darkness of no future…God! ...I slowly take it …
I melt it with my breath…and…I breathe out love…
..I breathe out love… I breathe out love….I breathe out love…
Right to the sun…
Right to the heart of the Asian woman …who knows
whose hopes guided their tiny ship through that scary storm...and many other storms of life...
She knows…She remembers…She smiles…
I look, I smile…I breathe...
She looks… She cries…
I cry...
We smile...

I breathe in disconnection from my loved one… I breathe out love…
I breathe in disappointment of not feeling loved… I breathe out love…
I breathe in pain of loneliness …and I breathe out love …
Right to the sun… right to the moon…right to the planets… r
Right to the stars! ! !
I breathe out love! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I breathe in joy… I breathe out happiness…I breathe in lightness…
I breathe out love
I breathe in the last drops of pain… I breathe out forgiveness…
I breathe in hope… I breathe out peace…
I breathe in freedom… I breathe out joy…

I know my Love is close -
A grey-hair Taro reader told me this early May;
And I believe her fully…
Because I can feel it’s coming closer and closer…
I can feel its light fresh breath on my cheeks…
and I will feel loved again and will never feel let down!