Body Meditation 1/5

Two fragile chambers in my center

Protected by an outer cage

Ribs and muscle

Working every second

To expand and contract

Breathe

Breath

Inhaling, exhaling, in, out

When did I learn

How to do this thing?

This thing without which

I would cease to be

The air in which I move

Is alive

Humid, heavy in southern skies

Frigid, icy beneath the stars

Winds of hurricanes

Fertile mixture of gases

Invisible, weightless

It enters me

Filling me, animating me

Yet the most imperative function

Keeping me alive

Is absent of my awareness

How did I learn to do this thing?

This thing without which

I would cease to be

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