Commit yourself to breathing consciously,
let that be your proposal for a moment like this,
just breathing, consciously, attentively.
Do not avoid anything, do not inhibit, to the contrary,
permit everything to surface, to flow; surrender.
To meditate is to let go of yourself, to feel yourself free.
Guess who begins it? Your divine mind.
Make it divinely thoughtful,
neither obfuscate nor reprimand it, let it be free.
Let it feel what it should, what it wants, what it is able
to think, in a moment like this,
and in that freedom, let it become lost, lost from you.
The mental field is so extensive,
and it is so easy to get lost.
The best thing is for it to become lost in you
to see what it finds.
From there, what you propose,
your subtle and true proposal:
Find me, if you believe yourself to be lost.
I know you have an idea of what the breath does,
it is a part of your proposal.
Your breath serene, rhythmic,
with your pulse, your heartbeat,
your willing, punctual, opportune manifesto.
Your choice: to offer yourself.
Observe how all thoughts dissolve on their own.
They do not reach you and if they so,
let them find you just as you are,
just as you feel: divinely.
So much so that you could pronounce:
I am divinely, in this moment so personal,
when I do not resist feeling myself,
believing in myself, accepting myself.
And the breath tells me so, expresses it to me,
as I also know all that occurs.
I am foreign to nothing and no one,
but I know myself and attend to myself,
to know how to attend to what occurs,
which is far from little.
And I advance and perceive everything,
even from what my body is, which burns,
because it isn’t little that vibrates,
that is eroded, that is destroyed, that ignites,
just as that which bestows grace, wellbeing, hope.
I integrate all of it,
I neither ignore nor avoid anything.
I breathe consciously in what each being is.
I breathe so that the pain does not oppress,
nor the will collapse,
nor the upheaval overwhelm.
I perceive my breath to be serene, attentive, complete.
I celebrate this form of abstracting oneself,
so divine and so conscious.
I celebrate my mind that permits me so much.
I celebrate this divine feeling
from the much or little that I perceive.
I breathe more, with even more stillness,
even more slowly, even less,
and through brief suspensions I become absent,
only to permit the presence that Is,
that which I really am:
One who suffers nothing because one knows oneself as the Being.
I suspend everything, I make a conscious cessation.
I slowly resume the subtle breath,
and join with my mind.
What divinity!
What or who produces this here, in this confine?
How does one return, when it is so irresistible?
So then, you breathe deeply,
and your body, so extraordinary, receives you;
and your soul, so blessed, encourages you;
and your life, so wondrous, always awaits you;
and you feel yourself here, where you dwell, with you, with yours.
You give thanks and without drama, you make a petition:
I want strength for what I am, for that which Is,
for what I must do, for what I want,
and above all, to sustain myself in truth,
more so when I feel that my effort to be is true.
I nourish nothing else.
You breathe thanking yourself once again for this moment,
and for your infinite will,
and for what always was, is and will be, your divinity.
Om Namaha Shivaya
