Trees don’t have a heart but they breathe.

Maybe the Buddhists already thought of this and hence why we focus on the breath when meditating. I don’t think so though, I think it’s just easier to control the breath and our thoughts through the breath.

I don’t understand when people tell me to listen to my heart, to follow my heart.

Do trees not have heart? Do they not care, whilst the rats do just because the rats have a heart (nothing against rats I hope you understand).

We share so much more with nature when we talk about breath.

How do I follow my lungs?

I wrote this a while back:

I need my rock. I need the rock that will stop me from drowning.

But it has to be within me.

It’s more like my lungs that will keep me afloat.

What are the lungs to keep me out of depression?

Some unquestionably good characteristic, the axiom to my soul.

Perhaps I don’t have it yet, that’s why I keep sinking.

I could make it my life’s work to find my lungs.

– Me