Who is the breather?

It just seems to happen.

It seems more like

We are being breathed.

Breathed by life.

Alive by breath.

Our breathing connects us.

Our breathing

Shows us our interrelatedness.

Shows us our place in the web of life.

In breath alone

There is purpose.

Meaning.

In breath alone

There is reason for

Offering what we can.

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Poem by Barbara.
Photo: Ayutthaya, near Bangkok, Thailand, 1991. Scan of a 35mm slide.