You breathe when you are asleep, when you are no longer conscious
of your own ideas of self-identity.
Who, then, is breathing?
The collection of information that you mistakenly think is you is not
the protagonist in this drama called the breath.
In fact, you are not breathing; breath is naturally happening to you.
You can purposely end your own life, but you cannot purposely
keep your own life going.
The expression, ‘my life’ is actually an oxymoron,
a result of ignorance and mistaken assumption.
You don’t possess life; life expresses itself through you.
Your body is a flower that life let bloom,
a phenomenon created by life.