The breath gets shorter or more precisely the need for breath becomes less the further I journey from where I began, which has no beginning, to an end, no closer, which has no ending. 

Yes; the less fear I feel, the less air I need take, in the quick panicked breaths needed to support my once ever panicked state, always on the edge of fight or flight.

Into bliss I rise, ascending; calm quiet breaths, now moving in a ballet of stillness and choreographed to a symphony of silence, soothed in LOVE's divine embrace.

Just LOVE...
Kip Baldwin
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There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity. ~ Rumi