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You who let yourselves enter the breathing that is more than your own. Let it brush your cheeks as it divides and rejoins behind you. Blessed ones, whole ones, you where the heart begins: You are the bow that shoots the arrows and you are the target. Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back into the earth; for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas. The trees you planted in childhood have grown too heavy. You cannot bring them along. Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold. - Rainer Maria Rilka, from Sonnets to Orpheus 1, 4 Translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. http://www.danawyss.com/
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