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Breath


Breath- that vital wind life's very rhythm its essence... In and out automatic an elixir, ethereal air sustenance. Without it there's only death, with it possibility growth creation. Focus it, steady it as in meditation or therapy learn to control it like singers and athletes the anxious and depressed slow and easy without force feel it, this living through lips, lungs into every pore, to fingertips, toes... Inhale and exhale this vibrance- life itself.
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Annette M Velasquez

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Annette M Velasquez
This is actually an older, workshop poem- we were discussing mindfulness and practicing breathing techniques... Now, that many are literally robbed of breath- I thought to include this poem about something we take for granted, something so basic and seemingly mundane... No, it is life's very essence.

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