No mortal ever lives by prana, which goes up, nor by apana, which goes down. Men live by something different, on which these two depend.
Yajur Veda, Katha Upanishad, Part Two, Chapter II, 5
When Breath of Life with his thunder roars o’er the plants, then, pregnant with pollen, the flowers burst forth in abundance.
Atharva Veda XI, 4, 3
When Breath of Life in due season roars o’er the plants, all things on earth rejoice with great rejoicing.
Atharva Veda XI, 4, 4
When Breath of Life the broad earth with rain bedews, the cattle exult: We shall have plenty, they say.
Atharva Veda XI, 4, 5
The plants converse with this Breath, drenched by his moisture: Our life is prolonged, for you have made us all fragrant.
Atharva Veda XI, 4, 6
