A breath, a step, a walking; and so we stepped to the moment; the sun again to peak and rise above the woods greeting our consciousness; binding us to the deer, the hawk, the squirrel, the tree; binding all in life.
We walk, breathe, communicate; meandering into a reality of us; in which we forsake our isolation; embracing our sameness, our humanness, our deaths; in which we affirm why we exist, why anything exists.
We breathe hope of dieing less and exhale the pain of living more.
