When We Breathe

Inhale: one, two, three

Exhale: four, five, six, seven, eight 

The lightness of eyelids flutter shut

How effortless and natural 

We breathe

When we just be 

Once more

We find ourselves in a sanctuary 

To reflect, ruminate, and rejoice

In the silence and serenity 

Constant, calming flow imbues us 

As innate as childbirth 

Fresh oxygen allays our worries 

Cleanses our minds 

Clarifies our thoughts 

To release, restore, rejuvenate 

What if 

With each breath

We discover an ineluctable truth 

The softness and truth we seek 

Exists within our temples