Holding The Tender Mystery

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Yukti Verse

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At the end of the exhale,

Breath surrenders to quietude.

For a moment you hang in the balance-

Suspended

In the fertile spaciousness

That is the source of breath.

 

At the end of the inhale,

Filled with the song of the breath,

There is a moment when your are simply

Holding the tender mystery.

 

In these interludes,

Experience opens into exquisite vastness

With no beginning and no end.

Embrace this infinity without reservation.

You are its vessel.

 

Excerpt from The Radiance Sutras

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