There is a causeless joy that can emerge when, like children, we wake to the moment and bask in conscious breathing. Once we let go of the crust of our conditioned ego, our thought-filled mind movie, our self-importance, we can be in touch with an underlying innocence that is content with life as it is.
When we witness the magic of every day consciousness so simply expressed in the breath, we experience a contentment that approaches unconditional love. Touching the pervading life force in everything, watching the coming and going, the eternal and the transient. Some call it meditation, what if we just called it awake breathing.
We can all be in love with our lives, when we are in love with our breath.