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A quiet stone room where linen, breath-soft light and the trace of movement make the body present without making it identifiable.

The Inner World Collection · curated edition

Rest in the Ancient Lineage

A quiet reading

About 1 minute · 1 stanza

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of the Present moment. Breathe inspiration deep into, the flickering flame of your body. Listen to the drums as they pound, inside the depths of your Being. Dance wildly like no one is watching as you spiral beautifully forever into the vortex of the One Infinite dance. A place where we simultaneously move and rest as infinite possibilities. Release all apparent darkness, shame, and guilt. Transmute yourself into the Light of Awareness

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“of the Present moment.
Breathe inspiration deep into,
the flickering flame of your body.
Listen to the drums as they pound,”
Rest in the Ancient LineagePoetry by Michael Yap
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.

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