Breathe

Breathe in. Breath out.
The air that passed through
White pine needles
And oak leaf’s fingers.
Shared molecules
Recycled through history
Millions of lungs puffed up with vital energy
To animate ambitions, dreams.
Sing songs. Tell stories.
Issue a war cry. Run.
Make love; mingled breath more intimate than touching
Prana-filled and vibrant
The portal to stillness for the yogi.
Breathe in. Breathe out.