The more we slow them down, the more we deepen them, the more they go and touch our core. And I read A Wise Man Tell Me in a book that the breath needs to go down to the pelvic floor and come back from there, so that when it fills us, it must nourish every corner, every JIT of us. So I wrote this poem not to take your breath away but tell you to recognize the shape and the beauty of your breath and to chisel it