The birth of a new world

Flaubert on the path in Maine.

Life begins again, 
immediately, 
here and now
with each breath that I take. 

The breath, as it flows in, brings goodness. 

And it is goodness that is needed
in every moment
in order for life to exist and be here. 

Yet it is at the bottom of the breath
when I have breathed it out 
that I truly begin 
to examine my sensation 
and my relationship to this body I inhabit. 

Sensation becomes so strong 
it is the foundation 

the only thing that exists 
the force to which all of my attention is bound 

and so breathing brings life 
sensation concentrates attention 
and the mind, for a little, 
while produces nothing 
for the quiet state of its attention 
is the only thing appropriate 

And in this state, the breathing becomes more vital. 
The sensation becomes so active 
that every single cell and molecule throughout the body 
sings with the energy of life itself, 
sings into a silence so vast 
it has taken over the universe of my being. 

And now the breath concentrates itself a bit more, 
as though the aperture 
through which it flows into the body 
were becoming a bit narrower, 
so that the nature and force of breath 
were becoming more concentrated, 
yet without any effort or interference on my part. 

I come into relationship with this willingly 
in full consent to receive what is so freely offered here. 

Already, what is offered here is of very great value. 

And I realize that before I go out into life, 
when I work in this way, 
still mind, 
attentive breathing, 
active sensation, 

I have already received treasures 
greater than any ordinary thing the world can bring me. 

All of which are still very small things 
relative to the gift of real feeling
which is what I prepare for. 

To even come close to real feeling 
is to experience the powerful and glorious magnetism 
of the truth that it brings to being. 

Like a gift from a king at the birth of a new world.