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the ocean breathes

courage to be

In Service

 

der Ozean atmet

silvery skin expanding

breath enters   brings relief

and nothing is more important

than salt   life   light   broken shells

 

first there is hunger   is thirst   but now

now   or is it later   we break the shell

this takes courage   Mut zum Leben

oh   how fragile   breathing hurts

bitter medicine   all fields open

 

no walls no fences   bubbling wells

what are we tending   spider is waiting

ready to jump on prey   now   now   now

is so beautiful is hungry is crying is shivering

is pulsing trembling wandering drinking sighing

 

always   always we come back to who we are

our soul remembers   awe is useful   circling

walking in the green valley of mystery

nobody robs us   nobody rushes us

grains of sand cracked open

 

so aufgewühlt   so ruhig

 

in service

serving

Spirit

 

Karina Epperlein, Berkeley, April, 2026

 

so stirred   so calm

 

don’t forget

Welt Atemtag – Saturday April 11

https://ibfbreathwork.org/welt-atemtag-11-april/?lang=de



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