We have a single moment to live.
To give expression to our being.
Fear mostly preventing most from expressing who they are.
What they think.
How they experience.
Or make sense.
We do not need an audience.
For true expression is not on behalf of anyone.
And perhaps, if you can see, our Origin.
Of whom we are an expression.
And so I breathe, for you and for me, that we would become untethered.
From everything which binds us.
From expressing who we are.
I breathe, for you and for me, that we me be the expression of everything expressed in us, by (s)He whose expression brought us to being.