37. RE:Birth
Bringing forth what has yet to be Fresh air is breathed Through the newly born Pure from ignorance At one with grace As the breath leaves Thoughts arise Giving form to identity A falling from grace As the pure sees its impurity Death awaits An ending to the known As the breath shallows So does ones life The fight to stay alive Is one of bitter torment. Surrendering its life to the death of itself The pure is reborn to its origins A return to the heart. This moment Right now Love