Breathe

I breathe in, I breathe out
I wake up
I eat
I work
I do
I help
I relate
I clean
I maintain
I create
I observe
I smile
I yell
I hug
I yawn
I sleep
I do it all again...

And all the while
I am waiting...
Waiting...

Waiting for Life
to really begin.
Waiting to be filled,
to see and touch the Real
and pass it on.
I know it must be real
because of the longing.

But I'm so tired
and I don't see the Real anywhere.

I cannot lose hope.
Please, don't give up...
Please, show me...

I breathe in, I breathe out...
You are real.