there is birth
and there is death
what's in between
let's call breath
that is what is
and it never dies
it comes and goes
of course it flies
with the breath of life
here I was
all wrapped up
in the shawl of fuzz
She breathed she pushed
blew hard and screamed
panted and huffed
it was me she dreamed
i'm back again to
question more
speak with breath
and shout the score
behind all thought
and emotions too
it's me that swirls in,
what blows out is me too
the Breath of life
(btw-All words/names for god
have breathing sound to them)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, a lovely expression.....10