Rhythm of our Air

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.