breath is the ultimate passion of existence
the slow evocative, without conjecture
the pathless path
that dismisses time considerations,
that bestows without memory contentions,
that provides nectar all cells dwell within.
a four part harmony without delusion’s cast,
in-breath, pause, out-breath, pause,
each gifting in an ever spiraling vortex manner
evocative without rhythm as witness or guide
that which comforts the flame of the tongue
lifting the hands of the heart
to shade the eyes of the mind
until the hydrogen of human wisdom
is not a basking but a glow aglow . . .