How do I find my way back into pure breath
long before I entered my mother’s
womb and struggled being birthed
into this world.
I breathe through moments
of anguish and beauty, of anger and joy.
I meander my way through it all
riding my breath
where there is nothing to find,
only feelings passing through moments.
When I reach out there’s
no past or future,
only breath opening me like petals
of a flower. The loves and hates all holy,
woven through the threads
of many lives.