He said, “There is a discipline called Innocent Think
And it’s not sexual, but we do it with our bodies.
It sends miracles.
Why do You focus on raindrops in relationships,
When your love is so beautiful?”
I blinked two times, “Well, you know sometimes,
My thoughts go awful fast.
The more i think of love,
I hope for miracles that last.”
(Alas, I gasped!)
He went on: “Breath is easy.
It goes out and it comes in.
It’s the easiest thing you can do.
If you think a poison thing,
Blink two times
And be a patient self
And trust that what I have to say won’t sting.”
He hugged me tightly and proceeded:
“Lives are better joined.
My breath to you sings that you’re not the awful one.
You know your love has taught me that I can
Breathe with just one lung.”
(without fear!)

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