breath

When God created the earth, He intended that everything that has breath would praise him

Earth rejoices our words, breathing and peaceful steps. Let every breath, every word and every step make the mother earth proud of us.

Write what you love. Fill your pages with the beating of your own heart, the breath from your own lungs. Live through your characters. Let your characters live through you. Then you will love what you write, and others will, too.

I__ so afraid I__ not worth the breath you gave me_

The more you believe in the power of thought, and the more you listen to your breath, the greater changes you can create in your life.

We just need to hang in there a little longer, spend a little more of our energy... Breathe...

And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.

My lungs falter short in breath by just the very thought of you.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Savor your existence. Live every moment. Do not waste a breath.

Every new breath and day is on opportunity to do something,a gift of life to make a difference in the world.

As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel__ secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my own, I need not; Pretty diamonds, nor big cash nor gold As long as I can watch the handsome sunshine of your face, I need not; Open skies, nor snowfall, nor the rain As long as I can gaze into the emeralds of your eyes, I need not; New colors, new wings or paradise As long as I can feel the tender tickle of your breath, I need not; The drifting wind, nor its call, nor caress As long as I can feel your soft lips upon mine, I need not; Melted sugar, nor the most expensive of wines As long as I can feel your warm body close to me I need not; A blanket, nor a bonfire's luxury As long as I can see you every morning I wake, I need not; A mirror, nor a cloud, nor shade As long as I can keep you in every petal of memories I need not: Dreams, nor desires, nor fantasies And as long as I can hold you in every moment that I breathe, I need not; Oxygen, nor blood, nor heartbeats.

Much of the time the mind is wandering, either drawn to focus, ruminate, or push away unpleasant experiences, or chasing after stuff we like. But if we don__ practise being still, we are prone to get blown about by every wind, buffeted by the ups and downs of life. By training to pay attention precisely and gently to the breath, coming back again and again, we cultivate a resilience that allows us to be present when difficulty and temptation arises. Distractions still come, but we don__ get so lost in them.

...there is something very vital happening when we breathe__ithout it we die__ut trying to speed it up, force it, grasp it, push it away or control it tends to get in the way. As in breathing, so in life__e can learn a lot from the natural rhythm, pace, and un-fussiness of the way breath continues its work, without making a big deal out of it.

It is often thought that spirits in the after-world do not breathe as we might do - and that in being dead, one does not require inhaling and exhaling anything.Well, they do exchange ethers, and the body of a soul does in fact breathe, and talk and sing - though not with oxygen, but a rarefied vitality. And just as a newborn, the very first impulse that comes when one crosses over to the other side, past the veils of death, is to inhale deeply - and then relax.

Where do we find happiness? Unfortunately, the common belief with most people is that happiness is something that happens to them when conditions are just right rather than something that happens through them when they choose to make space for it. While outer conditions may stimulate the feeling of happiness, it can never come from anywhere other than within us. Authentic happiness isn't something we can go out and get, buy, borrow, or steal. Nor can any form of artificial sensory stimulus generate true happiness; it's only something we can be, and it's a choice we make with every breath we take.

To feel your arms around me...to feel your breath on my neck...is pleasure in itself. It is home.

Breath is the finest gift of nature. Be grateful for this wonderful gift.