On the inhale,
I breathe in an open shoe-rack
On the exhale,
I remove an unhelpful thought
On the inhale,
I make space on a shelf
On the exhale,
I place an old habit in the trash bag
On the inhale,
I smell gentle lemony cleaners
On the exhale,
the old tattered blanket goes to the animal shelter
On the inhale,
is space and potential
On the exhale,
comes limitless creation
