Be still.
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they try
To speak your Name.
~ by Thomas Merton
Breath animates the clay of our being. It is the lusty cry of the newborn, and the essence of wind, spirit, muse, sound...Everything "breathes." Think of the woods on a spring day, the sussuration of leaves, the rippling grasses, the trembling of dappled light.