Breath – you invisible poem!

Pure, continuous change

with all that is, flow and counterflow

where rhythmically I come to be.

Each time a wave that occurs just once in a sea I discover I am.

You, innermost of oceans, you, infinitude of space.

How many far places were once within me.

Some winds are like my own child.

When I breathe them now, do they know me again?

Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus II, 1

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