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