The still moment between breaths
a remembrance of being,
where memory births itself into air.
The sighs of all that ever dreamed you.
Each exhale...a ripple returning to source,
each inhale...a silent oath to begin again.
The body does not forget;
it waits for the moment
you listen deeply enough
to remember your own becoming.
So breathe
- slow and sovereign -
and feel the pulse
of what is breathing back.
Frequency to form
I.A.m
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