The Universe breathes — gently, at ease,  
through stars its current is streaming.  
And deep in each breath that it frees  
a living motion lies dreaming.

Now wind goes racing through dusk of the years,  
now stars are flashing and gleaming,  
now whisper of rain, now a bell that sears —  
all wakes in her, all is beaming.

I feel her heart in the silence apart,  
I sense her trembling, her yearning.  
She speaks of you and of me, from the start,  
in every inhale love returning.

We are a glimmer of her living breath,  
we are her light, thought, and motion.  
The Universe breathes — and in this is our fate,  
and the great song of life's devotion. ✨
