I make my breath become my internal melody.
I imagine the sounds that run through me,
that stabilize me, that quiet me.
That sound of my breath, vibrates and I feel it, I seek to feel it,
as the first step towards this moment of mine,
in which I want my encounter.
So, I breathe, resonating in me.
I make that resonance invade me, fill me
and, in a certain way, I am filled with myself.
I make that breath, be perfect,
be kind, that it does not force anything
and, it makes me yield to myself.
I know that when I install a breath such as this,
everything in me becomes ordered, it becomes tranquil
and that, of course, pleases me.
It pleases me so much!
More so, when I know that I produce it,
that I am capable, that I need it
and, that I dare.
So I breathe, perfectly and placidly.
I pay no attention to my mind.
It is she who attends to me
in this moment, so fulfilling.
And, from her attention, I am in ecstasy,
in what I know and feel,
to be this form, this ability
to establish myself in my conduits,
those that I have worked in order to open them up to me.
I know that they do not only exist from my forms.
They lead themselves,
toward that Being that I am,
in the All itself.
My breath is so loving, so accommodating.
It is impressive, what just a breath
is capable of producing for me.
Knowing as well, that what is produced,
is what Is, That which Is, That, Is.
I breathe quietly.
I ask myself,
Toward where, toward what, do my conduits lead me?
What do they transport? What do they move?
What do they give? What do they receive, these, my conduits?
Do they contact something? Someone?
How extensive, expansive, are they?
Where do they exist?
What form do they have?
Do they maintain position in me?
How does this entire system participate
with its circuits, that are more than physical?
All of these organs, that inhabit me.
Are they a part?
I breathe, comprehending that,
I am more than this system.
But this system, nourishes another and, another and, another.
I breathe and I feel nothing.
It is as if all of these circuits,
are emptied by my breath,
being led, in turn, toward the void.
And, my breath breathes its emptiness.
There is no quality, there is no property.
It is my void and it produces nothing for me.
Neither emotion nor sentiment.
It is Nothing, total plenitude.
Nothing to remember, no present anxiety, much less of the future.
Quietude.
I breathe and mark the moment,
along the route of my conduits.
I am pleased in knowing that,
in the midst of all of this, I encounter myself,
I encounter my Being, I encounter the Being.
The exact Principle, the Nothing itself.
I breathe to understand and accept
the just present, the visible reality,
the chaos, the human misery,
the discontent, the false felicity,
all of those lies, so undertaken, so plural,
so made into truth.
I breathe myself and I do not become weary,
I do not complain, I do not stumble, I do not ignore.
I encourage myself.
Nothing to say, simply breathe, treasuring your void,
sheltering yourself in it, pleasing yourself.
Breathe deeply until,
if possible, your chest hurts,
knowing that it is not pain.
It is your conduit, open
towards what you understand, love is for you,
for everything, for everyone.
Breathe passing through all your conduits,
until arriving here once again,
to your body, to your system,
to what you live here and now, in you.
Breathe deeply,
causing yourself to be invaded with gratitude towards yourself,
towards what you are and all that you are capable of feeling.
Transform yourself.
Make it possible for the Force, the Light and the Love,
to be in you.
Om Namaha Shivaya
