I want life . . .

To brush up against my bosom
Touching me directly
I want life to rub up against my face
like the wind blows through my hair
I want life to engulf me
Making every cell vibrate and transform
I want life to penetrate all that I am
So that all that I am – could be the breath of Life.

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