Breath by the Ganga

Before the sun has named itself,
the river already knows my breath,
each inhale borrowed from the mountain,
each exhale returned to the earth.

Stillness is not empty,
it hums like a mantra beneath the skin,
here, between the mat and the sky,
I remember what I never lost.

Om Beneath the Himalayas

Before the mountains learned their names,
Om was already humming in the stone,
a single syllable holding every world,
awake before the first sunrise was born.

The lotus does not rush to open,
it unfolds only when it is ready,
so let this heart, rooted in silence,
bow to the light it has always known.