Christopher Hansard:[ the breath]
the breath is the wind
the breath is upon the hills
the breath is within
the rising and falling of your lungs
it is within the heartbeat
the breath is in the voice
that speaks to those
who listen
the breath is within the ancient rocks and sand
within the flute and sunset
nd within the passing of time
the breath dwells within
the rainfall
and the rising mist
with the arching clouds
and the dreams not dreamt into being
the breath is within
the thought
nd the deed
the breath within
is the
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