Now the breathing is deep, uneven After my daily exercise That anchors me to soil and sky. Each sit-up calls in ecstasy And on the treadmill of my life There is time, so much time Between accelerated steps To contemplate the breath, Follow it to where it leads, And I, reciting the sacred name Of one who works in the earth of being Live again in lasting peace.
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