A quiet reading
In the silent pulse between breaths, we meet, Not as two, but as the One, ever flowing, ever still. Each shared moment is a reflection of the Self, Sacred, whole, without beginning or end.
Even in the mundane, the ordinary glimmers, For within it hides the whole of existence, Each touch, each word, a jewel of consciousness, Seen only by eyes unbound, by hearts that listen.
In this play of form, you are my mirror, Where joy and fear dissolve into pure awareness, Thoughts rise and fall like waves in an endless ocean, Crashing in the recognition of their shared source.
Together, we are bound and free, entwined yet vast, Love and liberation dancing their formless dance, Where we meet not in grasping, nor in letting go, But in the spaciousness that holds both as one.
How long do we have? Only the stars could say, But I know this time is etched beyond any goodbye, A knowing deeper than time itself, That these memories of us will echo through lifetimes.
So let us live as if each breath is a spark, A sacred fire lit by our joining, our parting, For our love is boundless, infinite and true, And in the mystery of us, I will always find you.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“In the silent pulse between breaths, we meet,
Not as two, but as the One, ever flowing, ever still.
Each shared moment is a reflection of the Self,”
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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.
Narration is off in this release.
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