The breath is not mine, it is the breath of all beings in past present and future.
Dwelling in pristine awareness, one is never alone because it is the same pristine awareness that animates all beings and things, crystallized in different forms. Dissolving back into pristine awareness, you remember you are actually all beings, permeating through all beings.
The past and future and present are an appearance. What is the present except for a conceptualization from the past? All experience is a conceptualization.
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