Deeply in,
Heaven’s breath fills the space…
Jolting in my head,
The foot of fiery pain.
My thoughts, quake and split…
Morph. Be.
Like the wind, I say to myself.
The yin of every day.
Blowing freely over the slopes and fears, caressing the valleys of pride,
Cooling the sweat that drips from skins,
Lightly pushing against the leaves
And branches in a sea of conifers,
Stretching over their range
Like a growing, breathing quilt;
Keeping our lungs happy and warm
Each day and all the nights…

-GKT