On The Breath

On the breath: 

our true name is given on the breath, that we are here, our arrival announced through first inhalation, and we are told that we are life, vital, holy. Confirmed by exhale, indeed we are alive, breathing our belonging to the world, our true name a repetition now, air drawn to remember the subtle essence of who we really are and released in recognition of a presence shared between us. 

listen,

breathe,

and let's remember who we are.

it's always on the breath, our true name whispered in its passing, that we are life, essence, and we hear this being told through the air, a vibration touched against us by wind, as if the universe echos the name of our existence, breathing this secret to the world. Our true name is life, subtle energy, the very stuff of all creation, and our breath is actually a mantra, a holy name repeated as a prayer. 

listen,

we are told who we are, and the breath grows quiet with this repetition, listening, remembering, everything so subtle now, presence, and we know ourselves as life, sacred by virtue of existence, just this, alive, present, here.

it really isn't complicated, there's no self to be discovered, nothing truly kept hidden, it's all repeated on the breath, who we are and why we're here. Listen, yes, it's that simple, we are here to listen, to breathe, to know ourselves as life and divine essence, and by this it means nothing more than the reality of our existence, that we know only this aliveness, giving no concern to the possibility of other worlds, heaven found through every breath, nirvana being whispered as our name.

breathe,

listen.

and we hear...

~

Peace, Eric