In the soft unwinding of intensity
The breathing finds itself in the breath
No.
The doing finds itself in the Be
We
Find ourselves in the present
We find ourselves in our breath
So Breathe, baby
Breathe.
Through the force that drives each step
End-
-Dings always overlap curve cycle carry
through to the next stretch of time
Time
Still.
The grace in moving through the work
Yet in thanks for the rest of still
Maybe.
Being is in the breath.
Be.
May the breath be the intensity of soft unwinding
May the breath be soft
May the breath be
Be.
Be.
Be.
About the Creator
Sedeso Vinisha
A palm open and full of life
A mouth full of sound
Toes curled for want of resistance
A single seed that weighs a pound
Tasting the air at the top of a mountain
The oiling of skin
Clove
Sun
Sedeso
Through words and sound we are kin
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