Breathing and a Pulse

It all boils down to this: breathing, and a pulse.
You walk: you breathe and your heart beats.
In moving, the air flows and the heart pumps.
In perseverating, the inner life get stuck.
Thoughts swell, like a traffic jam on a freeway, ideas congested, smoke distorting vision,

It all boils down to this: breathing, and a pulse.
Even stepping backwards, you will still be going somewhere.
You may pause, but only for a moment.
In over-analyzing, you just hash over the same props again and again
Emotions dull, and tie themselves together, like the strings of two kites that have collided.

It all boils down to this: breathing, and a pulse.
Not always natural, you may be pre-occupied
You are part of a larger universe that needs your actions in order to expand
Your life is a gift, and your living well
Is a gift to the God that made you.