306. I breathe in, I breathe out

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Quickly and lovingly

Smilingly and triumphantly

I breathe in

The blossoming breath

Of my golden morn.

Quickly and steadily

Helplessly and unreservedly

I breathe out

The fading breath

Of my folding eve.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 7, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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