Seven Breaths

by Justine Camacho-Tajonera

My body is a well oiled machine.
My body is an ocean of mysteries.
My body is a temple for the divinity
within me.
My body is not mine.
I am not my body.
I have a name but I am nameless.
I draw a breath without thinking
and in an instant I can draw a breath
and draw in
the world.

I open my eyes.

The world is the same.
The world is different.
I am the world behind
my eyes.

Image by Stefano Costanzo.