It’s not the inhale that shapes our soul

Nor the exhale that makes us whole

It’s the pause within, where stillness grows

A quiet truth that only we know

In the space within, we find our light

Between the steps of wrong and right

It’s not the air, but what it holds

The silent thread where life unfolds

Each breath a passage, a fleeting chance

A gentle rhythm, a fragile dance

We run from the quiet, we cling to the sound

But the essence of living is where we’re unbound

In the space within, we find our light

Between the steps of wrong and right

It’s not the air, but what it holds

The silent thread where life unfolds

It’s subtle, fleeting, yet always near

A sacred pause beyond the fear

To live is to linger in what remains

The unseen place where life sustains

In the space within, the world takes shape

A fleeting moment we can’t escape

It’s not the air, but the truth it hides

The quiet pulse where life resides