A deep breath, on a clear
day, from a great height, when the work is done
Sweet, fresh and free, you are truly in your element

Spirit envelopes you, possesses you and emerges from you
Like a whirling dervish in slow motion

The heavens invite your conversation
As you are at once observed and observing

As your breath forms the link in the chain between inner and outer

As your breath becomes music for the merry dance
between you and your universe

As all the while your breath comes and goes without instruction,
without fuss, without expectation

This dance will continue
Even when the breath has gone.

 

Celia Keenaghan, April 2022