The Breath Is the Anchor

To flow is to move through the ocean with the currents
Never resisting or creating friction
Going with the flow
Moving fluidly through the water 
The Flow, the Tao, the Lethani

The breath is the anchor 
A way to find your mooring 
Even when you’re soaring 
The breath won’t hold you back 
It unreels an infinite slack 

Anchored in space
In time and place
The metronome within 
Breathe out, breath in

We are all energy flowing through patterns we cannot see
Patterns in the sea
That which moves both you and me 
When caught in them we’re free
Paradoxically 
In the flow 
In the zone 
Finally home