Lotus Breath

#19, on letting time slide by:

Catching moments
in a net of woven hope,
we beg eternity to draw out
its tiny incarnation
and rest here, suspended in belief
and contentment.
But to hold our breath,
we starve ourselves
of the ebb and flow and
soon everything grows dim.
No control, no correction,
no forced rhythm
can sate our desires for long,
and eventually
we must return
to the gentle breath:
let her sink down,
to our muddy core,
and bloom with our release
into infinity.


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