Beloved Swaha,

What to say when breathing itself is satisfying?

Every word seems only to scratch the surface of what I feel.

I wish I could write like Rumi or sing like Kirtana, to express the golden cascades of gratitude that overflow my heart.

Thank you for being master beloved.

Thank you for the opportunity to have someone to trust totally - more, much more than myself.

Thank you for showing again and again how simple and beautiful ordinary life is.

Thank you for peeling away layer by layer with endless patience and love.

Thank you for speaking the truth; it resonates so beautifully in my heart and cuts away ideas and illusions.

Thank you beloved for freeing me from myself.

P.

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