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There is an ocean I carry without seeing.
It changes when I listen.

Ujjāyī at the back of the throat,
a tide I learn to hear,
not louder than the silence,
just enough to draw me near.

Inhale when the body opens.
Exhale when the effort lands.
Movement follows something older
than the shape inside my hands.

I used to think the breath obeyed me.
Now I know it also leads.

Before the movement, there is rhythm.
Before the answer, there is air.

Ocean inside me, rise and fall.

Teach the body how to soften
without disappearing at all.

Ocean inside me,
steady what the mind can’t hold.

Let the breath become a language
for the things I cannot control.

Sama Vṛtti, even breathing,
giving restless moments time.
In the rhythm of returning,
I can feel the waters quiet.

Sūrya Bhedana, warming gently,
like the sunlight on the sea.
Anulom Vilom, alternating,
bringing balance through the breath in me.

Idā, cooling like the moonlight.
Piṅgalā, waking with the sun.
Two currents woven through the body,
neither needing to become the one.

Some breaths steady.
Some breaths warm.
Some bring quiet to the storm.

Ocean inside me, rise and fall.

Teach the body how to soften
without disappearing at all.

Ocean inside me,
steady what the mind can’t hold.

Let the breath become a language
for the things I cannot control.

From the belly to the ribcage,
to the space beneath the chest,
I can feel the breath expanding
without asking it for more.

Three movements flowing into one,
a quieter way to breathe.
Not a need to fill the silence,
only room enough to feel.

Prāṇa is not possession.

It is current.
It is exchange.

It enters.
It leaves.

It reminds me
that life was never meant
to stay the same.

Inhale— receive.
Exhale— release.

Pause—
do not fill every space.

There are places in the breathing
where the mind forgets to chase.

Ocean inside me, rise and fall.

Carry heat and carry quiet.
Carry nothing that I have to call mine at all.

Ocean inside me,
move through every guarded place.

Let the breath become the teacher.
Let the body learn its pace.

Ujjāyī.
Sama Vṛtti.
Sūrya.
Idā.
Piṅgalā.

One breath.
Many ways to come home.

The ocean was never outside me.
I just had to hear it move