Bubbles ride the breath;
as transparent crystals shine.
Rising and falling;
ephemeral by design.

A longing desire;
too fragile to touch or hold.
Selfish destruction;
covets coffins made of gold.

Presence is peaceful;
as faultlessness is freeing.
Passions are pitfalls;
to be without is being.

Hold back or hurry;
neither will calm your troubles.
Inhale and exhale;
appreciate the bubbles.