Show me how to breathe Prana through my teeth Show me how to stand like the Trees and maintain fierceness of the Beeswhile spitting honey, Give me the strength to surrender my blossoming labors And to mouth-feed my honey to Something that appears separate from Me
To breathe Art amidst a War
To leave open my doors
To allow my tears to follow their natural path, carrying the current
To stay afloat and send gratitude to the source of sadness, the Sea perpetuating the cycle of life and death,
until the Cycle remains the same, but becomes named by its properties of continuation, freeing positive and negative from their blanketed restraints
When the blackness of Death faints and breathes new Life Every Spring, it tells Us to sing.
Allow my Eyes to open around themselves, again and again.
And when I must, allow me to breathe Prana Through my Skin