You breathe in, you breathe out
You stop a moment and remind yourself
That we are all creatures of habit
The habit of breathing, for one

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 23, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Remembering to breathe…. deeply, thank you Ben. (And in that moment: timelessness….)


  2. When I am in a serious panic mode… I try to use deep breathing techniques to calm down. I find it odd that I have myself convinced, at times during a panic attack, that my brain will forget to send the signal to take those breaths.


  3. I’ll breathe to that. Compassion and breath.


  4. Me too. 😀 Cheers.


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