In-Breath

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Follow my breath down

Into your own breath

As you let us merge

Let the exhalation sink

Like a stone

to the bottom of the ocean

 Sitting on the ocean floor

You will now cease

At the end of the exhalation

all begins to cease

And diminish

Even the one you call

I or “my life story.”

 

and, just when it seems that all is lost

you expire into a bluish-black

VOID

then a new One is born

And

You touch the heart of a Great Soul

 

My God!

It is my own Essence that I’ve touched

“I AM THAT” reverberates through your Being

An unexplainable love and light

now courses through each vein

with pulsating waves of bliss

 Aum Shanti Shanti Aum

 Just because all is well…

unreasonable laughter Rises from the belly

just like when you were seven or even three

Yes, all is well, for now I know that the butterfly, the Pacific, the river,

and all the prairies pulsate and breathe

with Intelligence and Consciousness.

 

Everything is alive and breathing through me!

Even Akasha, the Inifinite space that surrounds me

Is alive and all-embracing

Sssh—listen…

 

Akasha enters me with the breath

and my skin dissolves with the last exhalation

Finally the inner and the outer walls collapse into One…

 

Oh my Lord

I have never been alone

Have I?

Is there only

One Pulse?

One Breath?

One Love?

One Life?

 

How do I thank this Grace?

Such beauty I have never felt

I am bursting from inside-out

Nothing needs to be done

For I have always been

The One

Darling of the Universe

I am you and you are me

And

I AM THAT

Ham saah

Ham Saah

Ham Saah

 

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My Life

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I was looking at the breeze

sliding through the palms

looking

at my happy wife

and happy life

thinking

how much work it has taken

to chisel out this life

into a jewel.

 

“My life” –

the words floated before my eyes

as I floated on Gulf waters.

 How rewarding it would be

If we were all to work at the life

and the craft that we savor

so that we may carve out a jewel called

“my life.”

How decent it would be to protect that life

and wife at any cost,

for they are jewels not to be displayed

to those who have not done

their work of carving out and polishing

what I am calling

 “my life.”

They have gone wrong

and bitter

with false expectations and fantasies

lacking the courage

that it takes

to carve a jewel called

“my life.”

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