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Om


After all this,
it really is all about
breathing. Each inflation
is faith, awaiting
the materials of the planet.
Each exhale is a prayer.
I give you
what is in my body
knowing how the world
is large and generous.
We are made to pray.
We hang on the planet
like a prayer machine,
in an out in prayer rotation.
We don't need to know and figure,
we don't need the words.


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