The Art Of Breath

The dead lay quietly,

No dreams to fulfill,

Well adjusted & still,

Their music ended,

Waiting for grass:

Reaching in silence,

Simple perfect links,

Of Heaven & Earth,

One in the same,

Games of viewpoints,

Dimensions of thought,

Painting in Time,

An art so sublime:

We call it Breath,

Perfect in its passing:

The basis of every song.

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Image Leslie M Lighthouse

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