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When the power of breath (Sa) is controlled it becomes rested (as) and in that state it transforms into protector(tra); this is the basic principle of life and consciousness, wherein the senses, mind, intelligence all are protected and directed through the power of breath in a rested state, this is called Sa+as+ tra (SASTRA). It is the most powerful weapon alive and the most powerful protector as well. One who stills, directs, controls and allows it to rise from the core of the body to the subtle, subtler, subtlest levels of consciousness is considered to be well versed in Sastras. Ananth Yoga allows one to work on the Grossest, Gross, Subtle, Subtler levels of consciousness, through the breath power leading on to connect to the subtlest level of consciousness.

when whispered what an exquisite song, it makes- your name.

When you don't feel loved, you will settle for feeling needed. The source of love is within you. Let it blossom. With every breath, you have everything you need.

Who knows the minute in the moment of last breath?

Why am I impatient I am unsure for what is patience? And why should I ultimately feel that I am lacking in it. Is it timing? Waiting? Abstaining? Obligation? Longing? Torture? Perseverance? Discipline? Wanting? Someone recently referred to it as a staring contest between yourself, fate, god and chance. He also referred to it as a tease, a flirt. It's staring at her image when you want to hear her voice, feel her breath, taste her skin. Patience is the recovery from a really hot dream interrupted by the damn alarm clock. Patience is a hard cock with bound hands.

With bated breath we wait for the scent of perfection, accompanied by the freshness of love.

With every breath you take, someone just took their last. Stop complaining about life. It has given you much more than what you appreciate.

With every breath hope rises.

With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

With the little energy I had, I tried to swim to the surface. But without words, the Ocean was aware of my struggle and pushed me to air. Miaka! Elizabeth! Padma! I lay on top of the water, throwing up water and the small bits of food they’d been trying to get me to eat. No more of that. I was close enough to the house that I could see them running. When they hit the Ocean, She solidified for them so they could run across Her back to me. “Kahlen?” Padma cried. “She’s breathing!” Elizabeth’s words were echoing in my ears. Carry her back. She cannot go in My waters. She can’t breathe. Padma sucked in a breath. “Oh, no.” “It’s worse than I thought,” Miaka whispered. I’d have told her I could still hear her, but it took too much work to speak. They lifted me effortlessly, carrying me across the edge of the Pacific, taking me into the house. I recognized the heat of the shower, the comfort of clean clothes, and the tender way Padma tucked me in, but I was so exhausted, so frightened, I couldn’t even say thank-you.

Where do we find happiness? Unfortunately, the common belief with most people is that happiness is something that happens to them when conditions are just right rather than something that happens through them when they choose to make space for it. While outer conditions may stimulate the feeling of happiness, it can never come from anywhere other than within us. Authentic happiness isn't something we can go out and get, buy, borrow, or steal. Nor can any form of artificial sensory stimulus generate true happiness; it's only something we can be, and it's a choice we make with every breath we take.

While you have breath, be thankful.

wrap me in the spirals of your breath.

Would a harsh word ever fall from lips which now breathed only love? Would the step whose lightest footfall now made her heart leap, ever sound in her ear like a death knell?

Yoga does not start or end on your mat, but is present in every breath you take.

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

You have to love them enough to take a small little breath.

Who can foretell the day of departure from earth?

You just took a breath. You're about to take another. Inhale, then exhale, then another inhale. In and out. There's a rhythm to your breathing. It's the same with nature.

Your omnipresence is marvellous! I breathe and you enter me. I exhale and enter into you.

21. Take in a great breath of air and then blow it out. Contained in that single breath were at least three nitrogen atoms that were breathed by every human being who ever lived, including Jesus Christ, William Shakespeare, Winston Churchill, and every president of the United States. This illustrates the fact that everything we do affects other people, positively or negatively. That’s why it is foolish to say, “Do your own thing if it doesn’t hurt anybody else.” Everything we do affects other people.

Write what you love. Fill your pages with the beating of your own heart, the breath from your own lungs. Live through your characters. Let your characters live through you. Then you will love what you write, and others will, too.

A mist crept into the valley—how could this be, by the light of the climbing sun? It drifted over the form in the grass, nearly obscuring it, seeming to draw all sound into itself. I thought I might burst from the strain of that silence... until a single sound shattered it: The gasp of an indrawn breath.

A brave man could conquer fear, he had learned that, but perhaps only for a time. It was something the young did not understand, the way it could gnaw at a man, the way it came back stronger every time, until you were alone and gasping for breath.

A deep breath is a technique with which we minimize the number of instances where we say what we do not mean … or what we really think.

As long as I breath, I can only be thankful.

As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel’s secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my own, I need not; Pretty diamonds, nor big cash nor gold As long as I can watch the handsome sunshine of your face, I need not; Open skies, nor snowfall, nor the rain As long as I can gaze into the emeralds of your eyes, I need not; New colors, new wings or paradise As long as I can feel the tender tickle of your breath, I need not; The drifting wind, nor its call, nor caress As long as I can feel your soft lips upon mine, I need not; Melted sugar, nor the most expensive of wines As long as I can feel your warm body close to me I need not; A blanket, nor a bonfire's luxury As long as I can see you every morning I wake, I need not; A mirror, nor a cloud, nor shade As long as I can keep you in every petal of memories I need not: Dreams, nor desires, nor fantasies And as long as I can hold you in every moment that I breathe, I need not; Oxygen, nor blood, nor heartbeats.

As you begin befriending your breath, you see immediately that unawareness is everywhere.

At the wondrous moment you were born, as you took your first breath, a great celebration was held in the heavens and twelve magnificent gifts were granted to you.

At this very moment we are breathing the same air that once was Marco Polo’s last breath. And we’re also breathing the same air that was Mozart’s first breath as a baby. you’re also breathing air that’s probably been queefed by Mata Hari, Cleopatra and Marilyn Monroe, which either way you look at it is pretty cool. So, while we’re breathing in the same molecules as Jesus, we’re also breathing in the same air as Pontius Pilot, Attila the Hun and an inmate on Death Row in San Quentin State Prison. We are linked to every other life form that has ever been on this planet because we literally breathe the same air.

Because Jeremiah liked to hurt like he liked to breathe—it was an inevitable part of existence.

Before she cut her birthday cake, she cast a wish, then blew the candles out from his eyes.

Be glad for the sacred breath.

Behind every successful man, is a Woman breathing through her mouth

464Joy is found in the breath of acceptance knowing that all is well in our world, if we surrender with grace.

Andar si godeva il silenzio che si stendeva sul mare quando stava per arrivare un nuovo giorno. In quei momenti la superficie gli appariva straordinariamente bella e gli sembrava che il mare trattenesse il respiro, aspettando il sole.

Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath.

And now, for something completely the same: Wasted time and wasted breath, 's what I'll make, until my death. Helping people 'd be as good, but I wouldn't, if I could. For the few that help deserve, have no need, or not the nerve, help from strangers to accept, plus from mine a few have wept. Wept from joy, or from despair, or just from my vengeful stare. Ways I have, to look at stupid, make them see I am not Cupid. Make them see they are in error, for of truth I am a bearer. Most decide I'm just a bear, mauling at them, - like I care.

An insult bestowed on your interior and exterior personality; for causes beyond control, kills you innumerably, till the last breath.

Be thankful for a breath of fresh air to be alive and well. Allow love and happiness to penetrate throughout your mind and soul. Take time to relax and live in the moment, the now, the present. Enjoy today.

Best of all is to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.

Breath (from the book Blue Bridge) Whispering to myself With every step I take, Trying out names, for I know There is something yet to be called ….. I know it, something up ahead Just around the bend Or over the rise – A bird taking to the sky From the edge of a jagged cliff – A bird floating outwards In silence ……. A silence Waiting for a footstep To crunch on stones, For a voice to fling upward Through sharp sunlight With a name…… calling Before the bird could call Before the bird called. Oh the bird was there alright And sure it took flight When it heard me approach But it broke my heart With a mighty croak! So I’m sitting here playing With a purple flower Slender stem, no leaves Purple fizz – And it’s quiet again. I am still I am nothing And the hill Is a long, long slope Down, down, down to the sea Far below. I could roll I could run I could scream But I am nothing. A cool wind blows And the light is naked and nameless And the rocks are faces of angels And the bird in the sky wheels And cries to forget the earth And its ancient bones – Oh, sensual pain – Wings…. Wings…. Wings, Singing wings. If only I could begin To describe the emptiness Which fills me to the brim With new breath I might almost lose my name And take instead a feather for my soul.

Biblia inatuambia kuwa tuombe bila kukoma. Lakini tutaombaje bila kukoma? Njia mojawapo ya kufanya hivyo ni kutumia ‘maombi ya pumzi’ kila siku kama ambavyo Wakristo wengi wamekuwa wakifanya kwa karne nyingi. Unachagua sentensi fupi au maneno rahisi kuhusu Yesu unayoweza kuyasema na kuyarudia kimoyomoyo kila siku katika kila pumzi inayoingia na kutoka ndani ya mapafu yako! Kwa mfano: “Asante Yesu.” “U pamoja nami.” “Nataka kukujua.” “Napokea neema yako.” “Nakutegemea wewe.” “Mimi ni wako.” “Nisaidie nikuamini.” “U Mungu wangu.” “Naishi kwa ajili yako.” “Nisamehe dhambi zangu zote.” Fundisha akili yako kumkumbuka Mungu kila wakati.

Breathing is our participation with the cosmic dance. When our breath is in harmony, cosmos nourishes us in every sense.

Breath is breath.

Breath is the bridge, Between living and dying; Breath is the licence For joyous living;

But that's life. One long tunnel. There are lights along the way. Sometimes they feel spread farther apart than others, but they're there. And when you find one, it's okay to stand under it for a while to catch your breath before marching back into the dark.

But until this night, she had never once actually wet the bed. And now that she has, we just lie there in the accident, and the minutes of the clock keep changing, and the love I have for her keeps growing, and we both keep drawing breath. What was so horrible about it? Why had I always been so angry? What was my need to always be right? To win every argument with her? To out-stubborn a dog? And just like that, all the anger is gone. Released like the emptying of a bladder into soft cotton sheets as we lie in the wetness.

Color breathes life into my soul.

Come on... now and my mind plays tricks with me...