I make, I allow, that my breathing
takes place, that it takes place in me.
For that, I do so in a conscious manner,
making each breath my nourishment,
my encouragement, my strength.
Understanding what the conduits are,
I make it so that what I take in, knows how to pass through me,
just as how, equally, I exhale what I no longer need.
I understand as well, what happens.
What happens in this transit
of all that pranic energy through my conduits?
What is introduced? What does it carry? What does it expel?
How much does this system need all of those fluids?
And I know, a lot.
For this reason, each breath is my nourishment,
my generator and my activator.
Having understood all of this,
what else happens?
What would it be, how would it be, the relationship that exists,
between this silent, conscious act of breathing,
and my contents?
What occurs in my mind?
What occurs in my body?
What occurs in my soul?
And that mind that inhabits me, breathe as well.
It ends up being its own mechanism to quiet itself.
And it is not that it ceases to think.
It thinks about me.
And it thinks of me, what I want it to think of me.
I want it to think that I am conscious,
that I want to be well, that I want to feel myself,
from my most internal aspects.
That it perceives the substance that I am
and that it thinks about that, that it learns,
that it knows what I want.
And, that what I want most, is to love myself.
Because, in this way, I would know how to love.
Let it think that, if it wants.
And let this body of mine, operate as I want it to.
And in these moments, let it not insist,
in any sense.
I am not here, nor would I know how to say where I am.
I only know that I observe another instance in me.
That occupies me and occupies it.
I breathe. And each time I breathe in this way,
I know that a liberation for my soul occurs as well,
I produce it, I intuit it, I need it
and it is the manner of letting it know
who I am, who it is.
What do I obtain?
I could say that I obtain life
and, in the same proportion, I obtain death.
Knowing well, that there is no difference.
Because, if today I inhabit in form,
I know that also – in where and when they do not exist –
that attainment, that extension, that plenitude,
is what I obtain with my simple conscious breath.
I know that I obtain more,
but neither my mind, nor my body, nor my soul,
would know what.
It is as if a force here in my chest,
in the most physical sense, in the vision of my humanity,
that fills me, tha fulfills me,
that serves me, that assists me,
that permits me, that elevates me.
And I know what it is. The only thing that exists,
in me, in everyone:
a manifesto, His manifesto, His only breath.
I do not even name it, because it wouldn’t be enough.
Nor do I feel it, because I do not reach it.
I dare myself to perceive it,
and it is enough for me, it is enough, it is enough.
Beloved Force,
I breathe through and for you, forever.
Neither abandonment, nor weakness, only courage.
You are strength.
I breathe in joy, I breathe in peace, I breathe.
I breathe deeply, attending to the moment, the present,
I locate myself on Earth and I thank myself.
Om Namaha Shivaya
