BREATHING

Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Om tare tuttare ture soha,

Om tare tuttare ture soha, 
Om tare tuttare ture soha.
Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Om tare tuttare ture soha,

Om tare tuttare ture soha…

Supposing we are allowed X numbers of breaths in this lifetime,
And only X.

Om tare tuttare ture soha…

Think how slowly we would take an “in” breath,
And how leisurely we would let it out
In order to extend our days.

Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Om tare tuttare ture soha
Ommm…

One breath could take in the morning sun,
And eggs on the table
And we wouldn’t let it go until the shadows lengthened
And we turned back the bedcovers.

Ah, if we could breathe like that 
Life might go on forever.

Om tare tuttare ture soha, 
Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Om tare tuttare ture soha, 
Om tare tuttare ture soha.

Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Om tare tuttare ture soha,
Ommm…

Chant:  The Green Tara Mantra (ancient Tibetan Buddhist mantra)

Poem:  Breathing ©2016 by Naomi Beth Wakan, from Bent Arm for a  Pillow