We only need to long
from our lower bellies
and our furnace hearts,
not from the jumpled frenzy of our thoughts.
Each moment
is the longing for breath,
and blood in veins
to carry what the breath brought in –
to keep us alive to long some more.
However, we are thinking animals
who have wallpapered over desire
with complex patterns.
We’ve forgotten where
impulse
comes from.
At the bottom of all complexity,
we can codify.
Tell me, is this list accurate?
Humans desire:
- to keep on breathing
- to pleasure the flesh
- to distract from the horror that comes from knowing we will die
- to keep on breathing
However,
breath will end; it will.
…
(enormous, this!)
…
Then and only then,
desiring the air of another realm
will pull us out of this life —
and though I can not prove anything to you,
I practice breathing and ending breath both;
for when my moment comes, I desire ease.
I imagine our work on this larger breath can be gifted
to whomever needs it ~ when.
Use it with my blessing,
for I love you
in this breath
we share.
Life as Improv 
A beautiful ode to impermanence. ❤
Alison xo
Maybe the only trace as we lighten and disappear.
❤
Your language here reminds me of Wilhelm Reich. This in particular, We’ve forgotten where | impulse | comes from…” and wallpapered over desire. There is clearly dysfunction in basing our reality on denial…
M