Lil-Bo-Breath

Little Bo Breath

Lil-Bo-Breath Little Bo Breath has lost her depth,

And can’t tell where to find it:

She closes her eyes, tunes inside

And breathes from hips to armpits.

When you feel shallow and dull, deeply breath to get more full.
Settle your seat and settle your feet.
Close your eyes and visualize a cave in each armpit;  dwell inside.
Breathe in waves from hips to caves.
Deepen each region of your pits, so a ball of wool could comfortably fit.
This transpires to the cave of your heart, embodying this depth is an art.
Serve others from this Chit,  that all begins in your armpits.
Dare to roam this deep, no matter how intense get the sheep.

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    The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

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    “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

    “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

    “Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

    “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

    “I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.

    But the Skin Horse only smiled

    –  From the Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams  –