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by Marilyn R. Wilson
Breath is a promise that first comes
As your soul floats in the ether, while you
Consider dipping your metaphorical toe
Into a physical manifestation.
Breath is a promise as you float,
An embryo in a warm inner sea.
Growing, changing, becoming.
The world awaiting your emergence.
Breath is a promise that beckons
As you move slowly and steadily
Down a long, dark, pulsing tunnel
That ends when you erupt into the light.
Breath is a promise as you take
That first deep inhale and cry gustily.
Air flows in and out of your tiny lungs,
Magic waves grounding you in the now.
Breath is a promise each morning
As you wake and fill your lungs deeply.
Another day above ground a blessing.
Untold adventures beckoning softly.
Breath is a promise that will take you
On a wild and magic carpet ride.
To anywhere you can imagine -
A story, a sound, a place, a moment.
Breath is a promise that with eyes shut
Can guide you deeply inward.
Quieting the external cacophony,
So you can hear the whispers of your soul.
Breath is a promise full of rhythms
A cadence to guide your dance.
Beats that also mark the passing of time,
Of each day we are blessed to embrace.
Breath is a promise even as we exhale
While the door in this life closes.
Assuring us this will be but a pause,
It’s time to dream of our next arrival.
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