The Pulse

« Breathing in, I am aware of my heart. Breathing out, I smile to my heart and know that my heart still functions normally. I feel grateful for my heart. ». Thich Nhat Hanh.

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As simple as this, I allow my body to remember. As simple as this, my entire Being remembers.

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My Heart remembers.

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Heart beats as drums for Life.

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The pulse of Life in You, in Me. The Yogis call it #spanda .

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A pulse, to never take for granted though we always do. A pulse that is immensely fragile, yet able to embody exquisite resilience and strength, even at times when we can feel the beats breaking down in the midst of moments of despair.

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A pulse that connects You with the flow of Life, and the flow of Life happening everywhere.

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A pulse that beats for me, for You, regardless of what I/You go through, like a steady companion on a life journey, until it stops, because everything is bound to end, as the natural cycle of Life.

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I wish you all to feel everyday this pulse in You. To help you remember what is to be remembered, at every « now » possible.

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Of course, such pulse is Yours but it is also not Yours only. It is You with You and with everything else. This is the You in the absolute nature of the You. A You that is connected to Life in its entirety because when you breathe, when your heart beats, everything else breathes and beats. When you move, everything else moves. That’s Nature.

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Until this ends, we can feel. We can sense, through this vessel we call the body, through the pulse of the heart in the body. In immense reverence, I am, with you.

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Our hearts beating, in a symphony we call Life, making it all possible, our journey through the lens of a human body. I am in a forever awe, mesmerised at how this is even possible…

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In that one Pulse, the pulse of the Heart, holds the absolute miracle, holds the nameless mystery.

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To the Pulse, to my own pulse, to your pulse, I bow. Forever, it is now.

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Photo by my talented friend Axelle Pendeliau Tennant