306. I breathe in, I breathe out

Quickly and lovingly
Smilingly and triumphantly
I breathe in
The blossoming breath
Of my golden morn.

Quickly and steadily
Helplessly and unreservedly
I breathe out
The fading breath
Of my folding eve.
Sri Chinmoy, The Wings of Light, part 7, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974