Inner Engineering Diaries,  Poetry

Shambhavi Diaries – June 27th

When breath becomes butter, when the butter seems to melt, and when words seem to be gross.

When caring for myself found meaning, and when I found my route home.

When the experience is subtle, and the subtle seems sublime, when brevity beckons, and I oblige.

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