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All I was doing was breathing.

All I Was Doing Was Breathing

 

Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.

There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body.

All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house.

His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smiling.

My family says, “Don’t ever see him again!” and implies things in a low voice.

But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know whose they are.

I believe I can bear on my shoulders whatever you want to say of me.

Mira says: Without the energy that lifts mountains, how am I to live?

                                                                        Mirabai

 

All I Was Doing Was Breathing

November 14, 2008 - Posted by | Breath, Spirituality |

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