Time and Breath

Breath is a dynamo that powers time,

Forcing it to, somehow, keep pace

Or time will hurry, uncontrollably, by

And win this unequal prejudiced race.

Time passes quickly to lay us to rest -

Perhaps, it does so out of some feeling

For all that we seem to face in life

Regardless of all our prayers and appealing.

It’s not that life doesn’t respond to them

But, maybe, we haven’t learnt enough

And, inspite of all that it lays out before us

We still find that going through life is tough.

And, so, perhaps, time comes to our rescue

Collecting bagfuls of moments of pain,

To tell us with its loud mute voice

That we may have suffered but not in vain.

But some of us learn to pay heed

To the mute messages all around

For they may not resound like drums

But if we dare to look, they can be found.

We pay heed and find joy, not pain

In nooks and crannies of life

And so we gently challenge time

Unconcerned with all the ongoing strife.

We use our breath and somehow slow time

To take stock of each moment’s gifts;

And, thus, we navigate through life

Without being unsettled by its relentless shifts.

- rajyogi

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