Bless the breath your chest,
Rising and falling, lends you
while you motionless are resting.
Bless your stillness and your stirring,
Bless the ground on every path you're walking.
Make blissful every dream you're seeing.
Bless your heart for tirelessly working
So that you may bless this world each day that you awaken.
Gratitude for every step you've taken that has brought you so close to me.
Seeing you breathe under the moonlight is such a thing of beauty!

what is the point of breathing,
if you're going to suffocate on it anyway,

Ivory, sheer curtains
Breathe- sunlit with passing wind.
Delicately brushing eggshell plaster
Before falling to original shape.

I wrap myself in their peace.
Matching breath to theirs,
And it feels like
I am being held by your
Love.

Is a dream I can’t have.

Why is it
that I only sit quietly
in the morning?

Am I allowed just
one breath
of wholeness
before the barrage
of the day?

What would happen
if I claimed
all my other breaths
in the name of peace -
of saving a life?

What would the world
do with me?

I have these masses of hollow spaces inside of my chest,
and I don't mean to get my hopes up, but I want to believe,
that you are trying to do some good. But meanwhile,
I am ******* air into this body;
I can't feel my lungs,
and I realize,
that I don't want any of it.

pour fire on my hands just to see if I burn
cut rubies from my flesh just to make sure I bleed
because though I've a heartbeat beating on
I'm not sure I'm alive just because that I breathe