Exhale

The exhale of landing.

Of finding myself in the pause.
Of feeling myself in the surroundings.
Of being held.
Of being met.
Of finding myself again & again in the pages of journals, in my breath, in my body, in my life, on my path.

The exhale of peace.

Of release.
Of contentment.
Of knowing.
Of oneness.
Of fullness.
Of fucking pleasure, ecstasy.
Of depth.
Of now.
Of life.

I am here.