Respirate
Draw your surroundings into yourself
Convert them into their parts
And release them into the world to recreate themselves again
Life
Green, blooming buds
Flora and fauna bursting into being
Reaching the Heavens to praise
Breath
Air and wind circulating
Quick and lively spurts of oneself
Escaping in surprise and mourning
Inspiration
Desires and the mind’s creations
Works yet unmade, though very much alive
In the deepest part of a being longing to spring forth
Spirit
The eternal heart and soul
The essence of who one was, is, and can be
The art of an inspired breath moving throughout this life.
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Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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