Deep in my diaphragm, in the center of my body,
lies the very source of my being.
It is not my heart nor my lungs,
but the very core of my body.
It is the coming together of my rib cage,
the way my chest rises and falls
with each breath
that makes me realize that I am alive.
I am alive.
I am alive.
I am alive.
Feel my chest rise and fall and
I am alive.
But I'm not alive because I exhale breath,
but because that center of my body holds my very spirit.
I can feel myself inside of my body,
and for once I am aware that
I am alive.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
Deep in my diaphragm, in the center of my body,
lies the very source of my being.
It is not my heart nor my lungs,
but the very core of my body.
It is the coming together of my rib cage,
the way my chest rises and falls
with each breath
that makes me realize that I am alive.
I am alive.
I am alive.
I am alive.
Feel my chest rise and fall and
I am alive.
But I'm not alive because I exhale breath,
but because that center of my body holds my very spirit.
I can feel myself inside of my body,
and for once I am aware that
I am alive.
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