There is no end to it;
the wondering of why
we are
except in the expiration
of the counted breaths
that make up a single life,
And except in that unfathomable thought
that we may be but a single breath
of the many breaths
of The One .
There is no end to it;
the wondering of why
we are
except in the expiration
of the counted breaths
that make up a single life,
And except in that unfathomable thought
that we may be but a single breath
of the many breaths
of The One .