Inhale. Exhale. Repeat, forever.

This is a little heady, but…

A remarkable companionship exists between us & our breath. From the moment (more or less) that we come into this world until the moment we leave it, the breath is with us. It’s our first friend, & our last.

There is truth in the breath.

& everything else is just a story — a perception of reality. What you think. The way you feel. What you think others feel. It’s all made up, really. The only real — the only truth — is now. & the breath is now. The breath is constant. It provides comfort. & it’s the only guarantee, really.

Nomadic heart. These are thoughts.

Nomadic heart. These are thoughts.