breathing

I have this thing about breathing. Sometimes when I breathe in and out and pay attention to my breath-attend to it, I remember that I am breathing the same air as did my brother: the same air as as inhaled and exhaled by Jesus, by Gandhi,by the Buddha and Mohammed and Moses.
We all exist in the same thin, fragile, uncompromising, exquisitely beautiful layer. We are all born from some part of each other, however elemental science has rendered that concept. We all must breathe the same air.In and out. Together.