The Bellows of My Throat

Everything we do mixes
in the ground of the self.

Slowly, slowly, I tended
the bellows of my throat,
and the light inside grew

and filtered out through
the dark, so that within
even it, I saw the truth.

-from Naked Song by Lalla

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