Breath

Breath-
that vital wind
life's very rhythm
its essence...
In and out
automatic
an elixir, ethereal
air
sustenance.
Without it there's only death,
with it
possibility
growth
creation.
Focus it, steady it
as in meditation
or therapy
learn to control it
like singers and athletes
the anxious and depressed
slow and easy
without force
feel it, this living
through lips, lungs
into every pore,
to fingertips, toes...
Inhale and exhale
this vibrance-
life itself.

Comments

Annette M Velasquez

This is actually an older, workshop poem- we were discussing mindfulness and practicing breathing techniques... Now, that many are literally robbed of breath- I thought to include this poem about something we take for granted, something so basic and seemingly mundane... No, it is life's very essence.

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