Breathe
Breathe
Follow thy will and thy will follows life
Which in turn follows breathe, the point of life
When thou angst knows no roof
Thy breathe shortens to choose
When thee witness the tempest
The air moves in the noose as twist
When thee flow in the river of peace
It is then thy breathe actually sees
The ultimate goal of life when present in the moment
Thy breathe feels it is unsent
Thy breathe is blessed with final bestowment