When I was a kid, I loved to fly kites. I never had a fancy kite – just the cheap plastic kind – but I can still picture the black shiny triangle with the big googly eyes that would stare down at me from the sky. I would go down to the park a couple of blocks from my house and spend hours trying to master freeing the kite from the ground so it could go fly with the clouds. I remember the free feeling watching it float on the wind currents above me.
As I breathe in I am that kite. As I breathe out I embody the feeling of flying freely through space.
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