Poem: Born Again

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'We so deeply fear the space between the inhale and the exhale that we live in hyperventilation, without understanding that it is only when we pause that we truly breathe.'

Sahara Rose, Discover your Dharma

 

In, looking out. Trapped within the boundaries

Of my fearful mind. But time goes by

And I am tired of losing life.

Things happen, tears roll down.

We have to be brave, face every shade of life. 

No more fear, only light. Called to live with an open heart.

We might stumble, we might fall and cry but 

Our life-giving breath will always help us through the dark.


My breath, my love, I'm here, right now.

I pause. I smile. I trust. I allow.

I flow with my song, I rejoice in the Om.

I no longer fear, I do not despair,

I follow the voice, I embrace my own.


Every breath in every cell makes me choose again.

A breath is what it takes to be born again.

Learn -with each breath- to emerge again.

Rejoice in the deep, nourishing inhale, 

Hold it in and release again. 

Hold that space. Hold that breath.

Savour the moment between inhale and exhale. 

Do not rush, hold it in

And in that exquisite moment of life itself

Remember the shades that make you such unique gem. 

Give thanks, exhale.

Yu've been born again. 

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