Scurried breathing,
in and out,
in a dazed frame of mind.
Slow breathing,
letting breath by breath
drive away fears,
empty out ambivalence,
and bring in tenderness.
Breathing holy prayers,
like a bird's soft wings
flapping gently
against an anxious heart.
Breathing deeply,
incensed air
filling expanding lungs,
bringing sensations
of mysterious presence.
Me, present in me?
Breathing,
like my very first breath,
drawn in water
so long ago that
memories don't go there.
Breathing,
with the knowledge that
one day
I will draw my
last breath.
Wordle 76 - playing with words.
The words to play with were:
dazed incense ambivalence empties holy scurries
