Slipping Slowly

slowly slipping deep inside
slipping out...back in we're tied
to the rhythm of our breathing -
air comes in before then leaving

every day and every night
in the darkness, in the light
when we're sleeping or in a trance
an automatic rhythmic dance

by molecules of atmosphere
CO2 the gift which we're
sharing with all of those who breathe
through the pores on every leaf...

thinking thoughts, entwined, confused
breathing in and out amused
by letting go our think, think, think
we're transformed in just a blink

by slowly slipping deep inside
then slipping out, then in to ride
the rhythm of our conscious breathing -
air coming in before then leaving

every moment of every life
in tranquility, too in strife
every day and every night
in the darkness, in the light...