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Show me how to breathe Prana through my teeth
Show me how to stand like the Trees
and maintain fierceness of the Beeswhile spitting honey,
Give me the strength to surrender my blossoming labors
And to mouth-feed my honey to
Something that appears separate from Me
Show me how to stand like the Trees
and maintain fierceness of the Beeswhile spitting honey,
Give me the strength to surrender my blossoming labors
And to mouth-feed my honey to
Something that appears separate from Me
To breathe Art amidst a War
To leave open my doors
To allow my tears to follow their natural path,
carrying the current
To stay afloat and send gratitude to the source of sadness,
the Sea perpetuating the cycle of life and death,
until the Cycle remains the same,
but becomes named by its properties of continuation,
freeing positive and negative
from their blanketed restraints
When the blackness of Death faints
and breathes new Life
Every Spring, it tells Us to sing.
Allow my Eyes to open around themselves,
again and again.
And when I must, allow me to breathe Prana
Through my Skin
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