like pushing through a curtain of snow
a storm of proportion
this life, this mind
this breath
and you carry with you that spark
that grows to envelop your body
your senses, all that your senses reach
that friction of pushing, plodding, prodding
your difficulties only fill you out
into a warm being, a bright soul
a soft body to embrace
the death that always approaches
you transform into birth
and you are born once more
to ignite yet more sparks
in others' hearts
