The Breath of Change

Inhale revolution,
Exhale transformation —
Each breath a small rebellion
Against the stagnant air of ages.

Feel how wind patterns shift,
How storms gather in lungs
Before sweeping across landscapes
Of mind and matter.

Change moves like this:
First a whisper in the blood,
Then a stirring in the bones,
Finally, a tsunami of awakening.

We are learning to breathe differently now,
Drawing in courage with each inhalation,
Releasing fear with every exhale,
Until our bodies become instruments
Of cosmic revolution.

Between the rise and fall of chest,
Worlds are born and die —
Old systems crumble like autumn leaves,
New dreams sprout like spring seedlings.

The politicians speak of change
In thunderous speeches,
But true transformation comes
In the quiet spaces between breaths.

Watch how trees teach us
To convert poison into oxygen,
How clouds demonstrate
The art of becoming something new.

We are all shape-shifters here,
Breathing our way into evolution,
Each moment a chrysalis,
Each breath a metamorphosis.

In meditation halls and protest lines,
The same rhythm pulses:
Inhale possibility,
Exhale resistance,
Breathe in unity,
Breathe out division.

This is how we change the world —
Not through force or fury,
But through the steady rhythm
Of conscious breathing,
Until the very air becomes
charged with revolution.

Feel it now:
The breath of change
Moving through your body,
Through our collective lungs,
Through the living earth itself.

We are one great respiration,
Rising and falling together,
Each breath a small step
Toward the future we dare to dream.

Inhale hope,
Exhale action —
The revolution lives
In every breath we take.