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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