Sometimes, it takes a reminder to breathe.

A moment of stillness, and quietly,

Everything settles, softens.

And, makes space for imperfection. 

The harsh voice of judgment drops to a whisper.



We remember again that life is not a relay race.

All of us cross the finish line.

This is why we were born: to wake up to life.

As many times as we forget, 

And catch ourselves charging forward

Without even knowing where we am going.



We can make the choice
To stop, to breathe, to be and

Walk slowly into the mystery.