An Ode to My Lungs

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. — Sylvia Plath —

Sharon Pillai
ILLUMINATION

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Breathing easily and fully is one of the basic pleasures of being alive…We live in an ocean of air like fish in a body of water.
— Alexander Lowen —

Before breath

Before becoming human I was a sea creature with no ability to survive on land. My mother’s pipeline of air allowed me the necessary time to rapidly accelerate the multiplication of cells that became me. In time, I took on a recognizable shape. I grew gills and wings and while still tiny I navigated an ocean made only for me. Miniscule and left to myself in darkness, I was an early explorer of the far reaches of her womb.

Upon completion, compelled like a plant reaching for the sun, I was pressed forward to distant lights. Taken from my mother’s warmth, cut free from the cord that held me in place, I unleashed a bitter cry as I greedily sucked in air for the first time.

Breathing

He said to belly breathe.

“Abdomen first. Then rise to chest till it hits your throat. Hold little bit, then go backwards. Air slowly out of chest, then belly.”

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Sharon Pillai
ILLUMINATION

I'd like to think I have wit and grit. I like the right hemisphere of my brain more than the left. I need the left though for the words.