Breath. Breathing. Something so familiar, yet so foreign.
She asks me to enter her.
She asks me to hold her deeply for a moment.
Then I release.
Together.
Letting her out as I let her in
As I need her
as she needs me.
Such respect for her being.
A state of true love,
All that we experience is one another’s presence.
She moves in and out of my being
Just as she always had.
But this time, I fully receive her.
I invite her into me as though we are all that has ever existed.
Come here. Come into me.
Fill my lungs. Open my heart. Let my being expand like yours.
Let us share in each other’s dance,
The one of rising up and falling down,
Over and over again without end.
What do you really feel like, my sweet breath?
Why do I treasure you and ignore you all at once?
By Katie Ring
She asks me to enter her.
She asks me to hold her deeply for a moment.
Then I release.
Together.
Letting her out as I let her in
As I need her
as she needs me.
Such respect for her being.
A state of true love,
All that we experience is one another’s presence.
She moves in and out of my being
Just as she always had.
But this time, I fully receive her.
I invite her into me as though we are all that has ever existed.
Come here. Come into me.
Fill my lungs. Open my heart. Let my being expand like yours.
Let us share in each other’s dance,
The one of rising up and falling down,
Over and over again without end.
What do you really feel like, my sweet breath?
Why do I treasure you and ignore you all at once?
By Katie Ring
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