perhaps it’s closer than it seems,
buried in time past,
patient and dormant beneath the layers of conditioning.
with shallow breaths it waits for its time.
and sometimes you pause,
perplexed by an audible sigh.
do not think it is so foreign,
do not think it is so far away.
it is right there inside your chest,
next to your heart,
hand-in-hand with your soul,
rising with the air in your lungs.