When you discover that your very breath is the subtle body of the Goddess, She who danced and played with the Almighty at the dawn of creation, whirling the galaxies, churning the stars from the milk of compassion, then you can rest, you can fall into the rhythm of your heartbeat, a silent prayer that says more than all the words of scripture, yes, you can savor the whole story of salvation in the rising and falling of your chest.
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