I once dreamt
I had stopped breathing.
Never before
Had I felt
More at peace
With myself...
Bereft of any want,
Immersed in the quiet
That lived
On the other side
Of the noise,
As if the world...
It had exhaled,
And set me free
With a sigh.
And when I woke up,
I lay still
For a moment,
Hesitant to rejoin the world,
But morning,
As it does,
Came anyway.
And the world...
It resumed its rhythmic breathing
Without seeking my permission.
So I breathed again,
Slowly and voluntarily,
And made a quiet peace
With being here,
As long as I was here.
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