In utter silence is this highway paved,
with breath, soft, long, short and deep,
in thrust, in flow, held, pulled, released.
There isn’t a cell that isn’t reached.
Simple intention, revealed as action,
all we’ve done, is to pay attention,
to this miracle, our life in the body,
awakening slowly, in deep stillness,
while upon a pilgrimage of presence,
to the limits we’ve set for ourself,
to this disbelief, in our ability to fly.