The Maker of Worlds
Breathe in deep, your diaphragm swelling slowly.
Breathe out. There is no hurry.
There is always another breath.
Breathe in. Shut your eyes.
Feel the scenery slowly disappear.
more than the air in your lungs.
Each slow breath a reclaiming of power.
each slow breath a rejection of the idea
that you are weak,
you can create and remove your reality
By a simple act,
you become invincible,
immortal in the moment,
Free of anything
About this poem
I have a whole arsenal of things that keep my depression at bay. For me, meditation is one of the most powerful. How it is that something so simple can be so powerful, I do not know.
But I am OK not knowing everything.
PS: The picture was taken at Rye, NH.