Stepping into the density,

I lose myself,

I become as a boat drifting in a lake, unattended, floating still, but lackluster, without guidance, 

clouded by a touch of sadness.

But then, breath returns,

deep, rich with the promise of renewal.

Deep, slow breath,

breath hums a tune of awakening,

breath sings a song of remembering.

Remembering compassion,

remembering friendship,

remembering the dance of life.

The density opens through the thin veil of remembering,

returning to the place of light,

in this moment,

this still, wondrous moment.