Breathing: You invisible poem! Complete interchange of your own essence with world-space. You counterweight in which I rhythmically happen. Single wave-motion whose gradual sea I am; you, most inclusive of all our possible seas-space grown warm. How many regions in space have already been inside me. There are winds that seem like my wandering son. Do you recognize me, Air, full of places I once absorbed? You who were the smooth bark, roundness, and leaf of my words? You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing that is more than your own. Let it brush your cheeks as it divides and re- joins behind you. Blessed ones, whole ones, you where the heart begins: You are the bow that shoots the arrows and you are the target. Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back into the earth; for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas. The trees you planted in childhood have grown too heavy. You cannot bring them along. Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.