Breathing

When I am engulfed in my breath, even for a moment, I am rapt with the understanding that I am part of a wave not bound by time or space, let alone my own limited perception of self.

To ride that awareness even for a moment is to know compassion. How can one experience anything as the other, when you know all is one?

I almost fear the awareness, like a ship set sail, strapped still to the pier.