I fold my hands

I fold my hands

Upon my chest

And breathe

With each breath

My essence

Is cleansed

Should I stop

For a moment

What will change

Every atom

Reconfigured

Between

One breath and another

Am I the same

Have I become

Something other

Who will know

The truth of me

When it has been

Re-structured

When every cell

Has changed

Forever

Sentience

Is a variable

Commodity

Consciously applied

With intention

It grows more

Empathetic

With every new breath

We inhale a little piece

Of one another

In the belief

That one day

We will come to know

Just what

The other

Can become.