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

seed