A Thought


A breath of fresh air lifts you to your soul.

The exhilarated moment when you reflect, breathe and become in tuned with all thoughts,emotions and state of being.

It’s only a breath.

But a breath that has meaning and power.

You are you-as I am I.

You are found.

You exhale and it returns.

The monotonous of travel-the rat race.

Peace slashed away.

A dragon away from face.

That moment found and that moment lost. It will be found again. Until then, it’s a process.



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