How am I being supported?
What is it that holds me all the way to death… that is with me till the very end, when I take my last gasp?
The breath!
Invaluable, it brings and supports life.
Life breathes us again, and again, and again… seemingly unceasingly,
until it leaves this body in the slightest of gusts, spreading its wings, taking flight.
The Every Day Yogi 