Unending motion,
Life’s mystic calculation,
Birth, death create breath.

That which never stops,
That which seeks no guidance forth,
That’s between it all.

One breath to the next,
Miracles of life unveiled,
Seen, felt and gone by.

With every breath lost,
A new one strives to follow,
Fills the void with grace.

In mere moment’s split,
A story comes to a close,
New already writ.

#haiku (times five)