This breath is a rehearsal for the last breath, which becomes the first breath again, because there is only one never-ending breath. The never-ending breath of pure Being appears to be breathless, because we experience rhythm and duration rather than eternity.
In deep meditation, the mantra merges with the divine breath, the breath of the breathless, which is unwavering, eternal, absolute. Then the mantra is no longer a word, but a ripple of energy settling into the Logos, the ocean of sound at the source of creation.
If the mantra does not settle into this continuum of Shabda, the stream of divine sound that created the cosmos, then it is not a living mantra; it is just a word of no repeated in the head.
Yet merging with the Logos, the Shabda, is only the first level of samadhi. The sound-stream itself then merges into pure Light. The mantra becomes a silent radiance, the Sun of God, who is self-luminous bliss, and joy without cause, shining out of the absolute ground of Being.
Finally, the process of meditation gracefully comes to rest in the deepest samadhi of all, where the rays of creation repose in the womb of darkness. This womb may be likened to nothingness, but surely, it bears All, the virgin Beauty prior to manifestation.
Drowned in the abyss of this Beauty, the meditator, the meditation, and the cosmos all disappear. What remains is the splendor of Divine Darkness. Ineffable Unknowing thunders through the heart of silence, even before the birth of God.
Don't worry. A few minutes of this effortless meditation refreshes and recreates every neutrino, every bindhu of your body. When you open the eye of the heart again, it is the first day of the sparkling world.
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