Who Pulls Our Breath

who pulls our breath and then exhales rhythmically by day and night to find out we follow the breath becoming one with the flow without interfering silence makes breath shallow akin to sleep mode in the waking state if breath is erratic it signals thoughts are present so we keep watching until all becomes quiet we feel magnetism and nodes within tingle we celebrate without seeking delighting in the play we remain in the bardo of object bereft no-thingness feeling fontanel portal throb with God’s vital force the energy grid comes alive soma nectar flows as it likes grazing all nodes impartially we become the current itself in timeless time we return opening our eyes slowly feeling the humming renew its divine caress so sublime