Ode to the Breath
Be the last mobile space
Setting the standards
Which change according to grass
Or blood or glass champagne.
There is no reason, just pleasure
Coursing ever so diligently from vesicle to vesicle.
Hello, it says, do not despair
Every moment spent
Is a moment caressing hazy peace.
Serenity may be present but it isn’t always clear.
How sharp those delusions
Informing us of specific results.
Trembling under the gift
Of a shimmering sun
Can be a true enlightenment filled with presence
Stability, tranquility, love
Can carry us deeper under grace’s waterfall.
Recognize IT for what IT is
Judge not, be