poem of a Breath

*Poem of Breath*

I came to know in the way one knows things without words.
That I was being breathed.
By earth.
By roots.
By the network
of entangled life
below my body,
all around me lying on the living ground.
I know myself as an extension.
An extension like a tree is an extension of soil and microbes and breathing air,
like a bee is an expression of flowers talking and plant oils and sunshine,
and that I do not belong to anything as much as I belong to the world.
Yes.
It is this way round
We belong *to* the world.

Willing to discover aloneness,
wildness,
I discover connection everywhere.
Opening to letting go
I gain the embrace of aliveness.
Each moment I experience that I lean closer towards
transforms me.
I bow to the one that made it so
Created the paradox of this ultimate dance.
I will learn to trust the great unknown by breathing.
And then remember that it is I who is being breathed.

Jess Tyrrell