To draw breath
from the unceasing pool
of the formless, colourless, oft odourless
to become the one
drawing lines around self
Boundaries of name, form
and identities that separate
me from the rest
The breath that courses through me
has passed through countless,
just as effortless
a plant, a beast,
or a fellow being dead long before
I knew how to breathe or write about it
If this lesson,
flowing through me each breath,
is lost on me
nothing can and ever will
let me perceive
the continuum of life, life and life
flowing through everything that is
me, not me and yet me.
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