She said, she collected experiences:
men she married, careers she climbed
mountains she conquered, marathons she ran
all of them brilliant and exhausting.
When she was finally out of breath
he said he collects breaths
sitting in his chair
every morning
each inhalation
a rapt invitation
stepping down
an inner ladder
each exhalation
expelling the chatter
of his jumpy mind
and inspiring him
into a place
of gentle motives
stepping lightly
breathing deeper
down to the core
with the golden center
until it glows, grows
radiates out
the experience
of peace.
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