Beloved, if we are awake,
merely breathing is prayer.
Inhaling, my heart expands;
exhaling, my heart smiles.
Inhaling, my heart blossoms;
exhaling, my heart grieves
for all who suffer tonight.
Beloved, if we are awake,
if we are truly awake,
All colors are one clarity,
all flavors are one bittersweet delight,
all action and silence one Shakti,
all pain and joy one
healing breath.
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