Taking this first conscious breath,
I make myself willing to attend to myself today.
I breathe to know how to be and to be present.
For this, I attend to what I am and feel
and I perform this exercise of introspection,
of concentration and expansion.
I know that breathing, I can achieve
all that I am in me.
Because equally I know that I am an achievement of my Being,
of my existence, of my entire life.
So I breathe deeply, consciously.
I remain like this, in the simple act of feeling who I am.
Each breath lets me know it.
It is so fascinating!
So much so, that there is no room to doubt myself.
There is no way to give up on myself.
I am simply making subtle contact with my Being.
I know that something exists,
that I do not perceive of the all,
but equally it exists.
And it is all that which I resist perceiving.
The reasons would be many, although I know the fundamental one:
My mind holds reservations.
And what could be more disturbing,
I allow it.
But today I know,
the manner in which I can dissuade that intention.
And to not allow my mind to continue acting like this.
For this, I breathe.
It is as if floodgates are opened,
through which tensions, either conscious or unconscious, must exit.
And they go.
It is when I feel, upon breathing,
that I adhere, I become more subtle.
Upon breathing, I find that there exist no obstacles or blockages.
It is as if everything is amplified,
more so, my perception about myself.
It is an indescribable feeling,
that goes on accruing
and, that I know nothing exists in me,
that could cease to correspond.
It is when I surrender myself in each breath.
And I breathe.
This form of remaining,
I know, is the way to impermanence,
to that other state that I so long for,
knowing that I have known to correspond
to what my Being is, brings and wants to continue being.
Within that constant in which it flowed,
by existing and for having learned to live.
What I perceive,
is even the very emptiness expanded.
How could I not surrender myself?
How could I not ecstasiate myself?
How could I not thank myself?
Before the imperious will that I exercise in myself.
I breathe in gratitude, corresponding to myself.
Knowing that I am able and know how to inhabit,
the emptiness of my space
and knowing how to find it like this,
today, in me.
It is grandiose!
It is wanting to be alone there.
There is nothing.
No thought, not a word.
no sensation, not a feeling.
It is immense!
If barely my heartbeat, in unison with the constant.
It is when I can prepare myself
once and a thousand times, to know how to return
and inhabit my space.
And to breathe my life and give thanks for it all.
For this, I breathe,
reestablishing my senses
and, above all,
loving myself more.
Om Namaha Shivaya
