Divine Hand (Poem)

    As I see the seemingly
    perpetual play of breath

    The breath: the maker of my body,
    The taker of my being
    When the timely moment comes

    This ceaseless play
    of the unseen hand
    of the Divine

    Me firmly held the hand
    And the maker could not escape.

    Love & Grace
    – Sadhguru

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