Air manages to explain
the rhythm of our thoughts.

Breathing,
in and out,
the ocean’s sound
making its way home.

Breathing,
in and out,
rivers telling
us about
their travels
through that
place called
home.

Breathe…

Breath
made the
instrument
of hope.

Each breath
refreshes our
opportunities
of internalization
to find our ways,
and reach home.

Air,
in and out,
calling me
to ask:

Who is it
breathing its life
in and out
to become love?

I give no answer.

I am too immersed
into breathing,
a glance of insight,
an instant,
and I realize
there is no way
home.

I am home
as I breathe
air’s voice.

Signature Lina Ru