The one who breathes

You who would meditate
may like to befriend your breathing.

As though across a crowded room
you may see the one who breathes;
when you make your way to them,
the one who breathes smiles and offers help,
takes your hand and breathes with you.

The one who breathes
is alive even in the midst of suffering;
stands firm in the swirl of confusion,
offers love in the midst of anguish.

You who would meditate
will need a source of love;
across a crowded room
seek out the one who breathes;
the one who breathes is always here.

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