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I sit with mala beads in my hands and my heart in my throat. How to pray? How to pray? To open my eyes and realize the gift of life this day. And in the drops of night's rain clinging I see the reflection in one drop. Clinging. Reflection. Renewal. Release. I sit with mala beads in my hands my heart embodied in a flower. This is how I shall pray.