This Moment To Be Free

i have been thinking/feeling often lately about breathing – that we need air more than anything else, and though we love to possess all of what we need and want, we can never own the air we breathe, never control it (other than organizing our breathing through pranyama) and are not in charge of when god/the universe says “time’s up” and cuts us off our supply. so powerful, so humbling, and it has been blowing my mind a bit…

…that we are all literally on “life support” being fed by the Mother – that the flow of air we breath is much like the umbilical cord that connects us to our mothers in utero and then we come out into the world and are connected all our lives to our planetary Mother (and in fact, to each other) by the air we breathe…and i wonder whether, then, we are always connected to the Mother this way somehow, even after death — maybe to the Universe as Mother through some spiritual/energetic umbilicus of light? and i felt the fight in me that struggles with this connection, this dependence, and with the Earth herself as Mother…and also waves of gratitude and love toward Her.