I capture the wind with my nose and mouth.
I begin to let it play within me, giving me a greater experience of life than just what exists within my body.
I stand and engulf the universe, inhaling the galaxies, the stars and existential life, the ethers.
It is the truest definition of breath, not something manufactured from class techniques or spiritual instruction.
It is the breath of eternity itself and for the first time, I understand what it means to be whole.
I wonder where this intoxication of clarity can lead me? How can one go about the business of living in this worldly dimension having just inhaled all of existence?
I beg for guidance of the All which now feels strange because I am the All.
I beg myself to guide me. Yet, I reason, there is nothing to guide. There is only the choice to live from that space of the expanded self.
It is time to live like I have not lived prior to this inhale.