Breathing Space Yoga

Inside and outside her head, a billion, trillion stars, beyond count, circled and exploded.

A million frogs croaked, trees fell in forests echoing down valleys; children cried.

The flux of everything throbbed on and on.

Songs were heard in spheres within spheres, electric, crackle, sharp.

She heard nothing.

How could she, when not once had she even heard the sound of her own breathing?

Duane Michaels