I don't know how a lung knows to fill its alveoli for the first time

Nor do i understand how a lung knows to expel its final warm breath into a benevolent breeze

This generous blue bubble that consents to our residence couldn't possibly realize that it bears and propagates elements which are so vital to our subsistence from our first gulp to our last puff, could it?

Yet the munificent winds kindly blow from the origin to the absolute end carrying these infinitesimal ingredients passing through each of us firmly fastening us in ways that we are unaware

Attaching us tightly bound to those before us, those among us and those still to come like an invisible spider web that has been eternally woven without regard for time or dimension

Breathe the air that has passed through those who conspire with anger and rage in their hearts and brains a thousand years ago

Breathe it into your gracious heart and peaceful mind and share it with yours and send it swirling, inspiring those through the next thousand years better than what you found it

Our first to final breath and all between have been and will forever be the common, unseen fabric of all who inhale and exhale perpetuating self similarity

Breathe love.
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Submitted on May 02, 2011

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Dean Cunningham

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