Breathing slowly. Breathing.
Lean closer now, into the sail of your lungs. In…wind fills white cloth fluttering on blue horizon. Out…the ship steers north, true to the star which calls it.
Breathe in all your energy, your hope, desires, creativity. Breathe it past the sentinel who watches, stern-faced, adjusting jigs. Breathe in Spirit’s dance, Spirit’s alive seed-planting breeze. Breathe in rainbow colors of painted dreams. Breathe in the sun’s cresting of the horizon, triumphant. Breathe in, dear Sister. Breathe in, dear Brother.
Breathe out past the breakers, out past the foamy dangerous waves where shore meets sea. Breathe out a million hurts, the sword-blade etchings of pain on your fragile red beating heart. Breathe out the tight, the twisted, the wronged, the daily deaths. Breathe out into darkness of nothing, only black, the dark of a moonless night.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly now, slowly. Attend to the rush of your inner winds, the ebb of retreating tides. The giving; receiving. Opening; closing. Steadiness of pulse an ancient drum never ceasing, never ending its sacred heartbeat.
Breathe out, breathe in, don’t stop, don’t ever stop. O Steadfast breath, nourishing every cell, every tear, every release…
You breathe us, don’t you? We only imagine we’re breathing in some distant dream of unfurling green leaves and peppermint tea and sunlight dappling the forest.
Some day, they say, the drumbeat of breath stops. Memorize the curves of breathing in, breathing out. Some day you’ll breathe again, more subtle than a bird wing reflected in puddle, more elusive than a feather drifting against the white crown of your sailboat tacking to distant shores.