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riding the crest of yesterday's waves
crashing before tomorrow's
into the ever present which saves
each of us from our sorrows

each breath that we take is magic we make
when consciously inhaling
exhaling too keeps us awake
it's rhythm never failing

vibrating attuned just like the Moon
first coming and then going
closer than now, sooner than soon
as consciousness keeps flowing

we're in a stream, awake in a dream
lost in time together
twisting and turning inside a beam
blown like a tiny feather

mindfully breathing, once again leaving
yesterday and tomorrow
consciousness seething beyond believing
evaporating old sorrow

each breath that we take is magic we make
when consciously inhaling
exhaling too keeps us awake
it's rhythm never failing...