Poetry - First Breath

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First Breath
by Marilyn R Wilson

So long ago, I have no memory
There was a momentous occurrence.
It happened without fanfare.
With only a few in silent witness.
A reflex instinctive and undeniable,
Handed down through the ages. 

I took my first breath.

A pattern began that would
Weave through my life.
Every minute, of every day,
Of every week, of every year,
In and out, in and out,
This rhythm of life sustains me.

I honor each breath I take.

As I grew in understanding
Of how connected I was
To the souls around me,
The importance of breath
The shared rhythm of human existence,
Entered my awareness.

Our shared breath unites us

Every morning as I wake 
I center within as I first inhale, then exhale
Gratitude fills my heart.
I have been granted another day
To explore, to create to grow.
My second breath is taken for
Loved ones no longer here.

Each breath is a gift to be cherished.

At the end of the day,
I again take a moment
With a mind quiet and empty
The day's cares set aside
To focus simply on a single breath in,
Then a single breath out.

Breath releases my worries.

As my eyes close,
As my awareness fades,
The last thought of the day
That lulls me to sleep
Is simple and profound.
It rises from my depths.

Let a first breath greet me tomorrow.