Just breathe.
In various ways.
Just breathe like the ocean breathes with its tides.
Just breathe like river Ros' breathes,
inhaling the stars at night, and exhaling the fog at dawn.
The fog that crawls all the way to the meadows, to the railway.
The fog that makes sounds of trains so loud in the morning.
It seems that the dragon's heart is pounding
and he is about to squirt covered with frothy milk.
Just breathe, getting drunk of this healing,
cool, autumn prana.
Inhaling the green light of the grass,
exhaling the golden light of both joy and love.
Just breathe, sweetheart, with me in unison.
There is no need to say anything here today.
Just breathe.
Create the world mentally, with a brush, pen, bow,
pouring incomprehensible light into space-time.
10.03 19.03 2021
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021
Pranayama
© Copyright: Валентин Лученко, 2021
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