We are made of stars and stories,
of ancestors’ dreams
and Earth’s oxygen,
of orange-yellow sunrises
and rhythmic blue waves,
of whispered caresses
and shattering lessons,
of forgotten lyrics
and early-morning birdsong,
all delicately woven into human form
where hope and faith and trust and love
are as much of our self
as our strong and brittle bones.
It is only through breath that these are stirred to life
alchemically charged on the inhale
so that we may feel our light
transmuted on the exhale
so others may see our truths