Poem Twenty Two: Book of breathing

Book of Breathing

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Your mind 

is a river.

Death, a field 

of offerings.

If the weight 

of your heart

is lighter 

than a feather

pass through 

the serpent gate.

Remove your gold rings

and bangles. 

Remove the crown 

from your brow.

Stop thought.  

Stop breath.

Set the heart

under the left arm.

The book of breathing

inside your chest.  

Become the form 

you desire.

Your mind 

is a river.

We are the last 

two lines.

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