it encourages a focused energy, a point of concentration to lose yourself on.
it steadies me in handstands and lifts me up into crow, encouraging me to trust my body to be able to hold me.
it is a natural depressant, a means to sweep the mind, my reset button, and the reason anything is alive.
what would oxygen do if the earth and ourselves didn’t suck it in?
we were made for each other, were we not?
there is life in your lungs, puffing them up.
it keeps the heart talking. it keeps the blood ways uncluttered and calm.
it is the reason i get to sing any song.
this force of life, tingling, draws grateful hands to the sky, thanking, blessing, prostrating —
how did i live before i knew how to fill myself up?