The inbetween

Thoughts are endless, they pass, but they are like breaths: you inhale and exhale out. I imagine the universe being a huge breath, it is exhaling and eventually it will inhale. We (and i mean "we" as in our solar systems, planets, and everything else that makes up the universe), are the result of this exhalation. I have come to understand this by observing my own breath. For my thoughts and i--and everything that makes a human for that matter, is a representation of this happening. That is say, the happening is the exhalation of the universe. Breaths bestow an ablution for our thoughts, the more observant one becomes, the more you see thoughts dissolve.  They are a phenomena, like breaths, they just happen. Observe the happening. You are the in between. Never swayed by the wind but instead always being carried by it. I am the in between.