Sunday, 4 December 2011


I feel pain, and I breath
I sit still, and I breath
I cry, and I breath
I die, and I breath
I make love, and breath
I sing, and I breath
There is never a reason to stop breathing
Never a time not to take for the breath
It is what connects me to you
It is what connects my inner beauty to the outer world
It is not sacred, or special
My breath is me and I am my breath
I am grateful to my lungs who allow me such brilliance as breath
I am grateful to the air for keeping this connection alive
I love to breath.

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