how can there be anything but the breath
A breath is gasped or slowly drawn like a baby or ancient one
only to be released into the ethers
again in defeat or victory
breathing… in and out… in and out…regularly and steady, is life itself
my breath on occasion is held captive waiting to be released…but why, I wonder, does the cadence change
perhaps it is my outlook on life or the very life within me that seeks expression
breathing is life itself, the pneuma.