The Divine has sent us a Comforter in the form of our own breath. Press out her healing nectar. What flows so naturally can only be good.
Nothing is gained by listening to the voices of fear that others have placed in your mind. Listen instead to the music of So'ham pouring through your flesh.

Inhalation is wine. Exhalation is surrender. Beauty does not stream down from above. It murmurs from the well of Silence in your heart. Silence is the Mother. You are her song.

Painting by Picasso, 'Maternity,' 1905

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