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I sit on my couch, feeling the exhalation of day whisper upon my skin as it fades into night. I follow, thankful for the emptying. Realizing that every outbreath is an opportunity to let go. In the darkness, in the silence, I am held. At rest. Nothing to do. Nowhere to be. No one to be. No me.

Slipping into center, all exteriors disappear. I am lost in God.

Slowly…ever so slowly, breath fills the emptiness, and I am born once more.

Like the plant pushing through dark fertile ground into the light of day, I awaken.

Nourished, strengthened, made new.

The sun rises and life rushes in.

I run with it, the wind at my back, arms outstretched.

Re-membered.

…In the resting place between breaths, may all that has ever been be released. May the moment of now pass away… and with it - all regret, all fear, all worry, all need. In this simple dying may you be made free.

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Every day I tell my son that I love him, always and forever.

When surrendered to the restful arms of the Beloved, hear these words in your own ear…

You are loved, always and forever.

Namaste.