Quickly and lovingly
Smilingly and triumphantlyI breathe in
The blossoming breathOf my golden morn.
Quickly and steadily
Helplessly and unreservedlyI breathe out
The fading breathOf my folding eve.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 7, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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