it is in our nature

to crave that moment of birth
the first breath
to see the world a stranger 
and turn back death’s demise,
laugh in the face of danger
 for but a short reprise



to bound and sing
one with everything

seeking a moment of pure perception
unimpeded by thought or desire
to feel your soul fly
 free, 
to radiate with heart 
and beauty

to be, truly
alive.




Trees emanate

infant breath

I draw wind

cold and pure

into my lungs

I crave that moment of birth

to feel eternally young

for but a moment