the mighty purifier,

is like water.


When you breath deeply and

know this breath to be God,

you are cleansed. 

Simple as that. 


When you breathe asleep,

inhaling and exhaling the maya of the world,

and the water isn't recognized as the 

healing elixir it is,

then it cannot give its gift.

Then it remains murky.

Then we continue on the caravan of despair.


Let it be known: Our participation is needed

if the flowers are to wake,

if the trees are to teach us once again,

if we are to take into our being–

with every breath–

the might and majesty of God. 


We must not be lying rocks.