Holding the mala beads in my hands I begin to chant Aham
Prema – I am love. It occurs to me that my awareness is only on the mala bead
of the current chant. I am not aware of the beads that have already been
chanted and moved. I am unaware of the beads yet to be touched. My awareness is
focused only on that one bead. My fingers rise with its shape. My fingers fall
gently in between that bead and the next. The bead is moved and my attention
now is on the bead I am chanting.
I can think of probably more than 108 reasons why I do not
think of myself as being love. But for this one moment, this one chant, this
present breath with no others guaranteed, this single bead, I am love. And for
this day, Aham Prema, one breath, one bead, only this breath, only this bead.
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