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Inner Body Bright

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Humpty Dumpty was Inner Body Dull,

Humpty Dumpty was contracted, not full;

All the Queen Yogis, and All the

Yogi Knights,

Taught him to Breathe

Inner Body Bright.

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When you feel you are about to crack, do this breath so you bounce right back.

Close your eyes and visualize two eggs in your ribcage; one on each side.

Name one egg Humpty, and the other one Dumpty.

Breathe equally into each oblong sphere, vertically and horizontally, spine held dear.

Expand all sides, softly open your eyes to face the world back on track.

Your Inner Body’s Bright…so don’t hold back.

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