Without it we wouldn’t exist,
When we are born,
The first thing that happens to us,
Is our bottom is slapped,
To make us breathe.
We may be male or female,
Who we are is our identity,
It is not what we are.
We are not our profession,
That is what we do,
It is not what we are.
We get so caught up,
In our daily lives,
Striving, achieving, stressing,
What is it all for?
All we have to do is breathe,
Everything else is irrelevant,
In the scheme of our life,
Without breath, there is no one.
Yet for many, our bodies breathe for us,
And we often do not even think about,
Our breathing,
Or the importance of it.
We breathe in, we breathe out,
In our respecting our breath,
We are respecting ourselves,
And our relevance.
We breathe,
We are our breath,
We are our love
We breathe out our love.
As we breathe,
Like a pebble in a pond,
It ripples out and touches others,
Never underestimate,
The power of our energy and our breath.
