Grasp the long, rising stalk that lifts you into its sky trail… inhale the scattered stress under the agnostic moons of weathered discontent. The pain will peak, and you will feel a pause… as you slowly loosen your hold, falling slowly into the longer exhale… merging into the recovering arms of solace. Your breath is your power, and is also your truth.
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