While it is still dark
and the stars are still singing,
listen, listen
to this ancient breath,
this ancient breath.
While it is still light
and moth wings pulse
on the rim of the lily,
listen, listen
to this ancient breath.
At dawn and evening
meditate,
listen to the unborn light.
Hear evening fall.
Receive this ancient breath.
At dawn and evening,
meditate
on the one who pours the Milky Way
down your spine,
this ancient breath.
The one who comes
at midnight
on silent wings
like the moon, like a hummingbird
to the garden of your heart.
Beyond the far
faint music of the galaxy,
listen to the darkness, friend.
Listen to the silence
of this ancient breath.
Listen, cleanse your soul.
Wake the sparkling grace
of the present moment.
Bow down, bow down
to this ancient breath.
Listen, listen
with your whole body.
Shatter your crown on the earth
and spill a trillion stars.
Bow down, bow down.
So’ham, So’ham,
this ancient breath, this ancient breath...
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