The Eighth Exhale Breathe in… Easy now. Breathe out. Eight is the path I walk. I’ve carried more than my share. Got so used to the weight, I’d reach for what wasn’t there. Kept a hand on everything, even things I couldn’t hold. Now I leave a little daylight between my fingers and the load. There is strength in the holding, and strength in letting go. You answered through a screen of glass. I read your words again. Something in my shoulders settled. I let a little breathing in. I see you in the space between lines. You leave room for my silence. I take my own sweet time. I breathe in. Let life replenish me. I breathe out. Let the weight move on. Eight on its side, infinity flows. There is strength in the holding, and strength in letting go. I laid my eight down sideways, watched it turn to infinity. Traced those two connected circles, coming back through the heart of me. One loop to receive. One loop to release. Each breath coming round again, bringing something back to me. I used to finish one thing with my hands already reaching for the next. Today, I stayed by the window. Let the air fill my ribs. Waited while it left. Something coming in. Something moving through. I have room inside me for a little something new. I breathe in. Let life replenish me. I breathe out. Let the weight move on. Eight on its side, infinity flows. Through the heart of the eight, I follow where it goes. Each time around, something new can grow. There is strength in the holding, and strength in letting go. One voice for me. One for you. The window stays open. The air moves through. I take it in. I let it go. Eight on its side… I return to the flow. Eight is the path I walk. Easy round the bend. I let one breath go… Another finds its way in. Breathe out.
