I am breath, cloud of life,

Streaming into each vein and pore,

Giving food to the heart and

Rooting it to Earth,

From whence I come clean and pure

Into your being,

Into your heat,

Where I marvel in your temple.

I am air; I am wind.

I am soul for spirit.

Ageless, everlasting, omnipresent,

I come to you without expectations.

I am the giver of life;

I am the tide.

In the tight space between each surge,

My wisdom is elusive.

 

Submitted to Free Verse Revolution, December 9, 2019

 

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