He breathed a breath, and knew
Its origin lost in the depths of time
Before even light lit the universe
He breathed a breath, and knew
This is no accident
It was willed long before memory
He breathed a breath, and knew
The breather the breathed and the breathing
As three aspects of one being
He breathed a breath, and knew
This air carried all history
Resulting in its collision with his lungs
He breathed a breath, and knew
That in his waking sleep
He had taken it for granted; and awakened.
It is said that he who desires Truth
More than even breath itself
Reaches perfection.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breathe-a-breath/
