My peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.
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.