Breath
Behold the breath — the birthday gift to life. The chauffeur of change, the Archangel of consciousness, the disciple of progress, companion in success and failure; the initiator of will and animator of thought…
Behold the breath— the holy name of the creator, the unspelled word within, rising and falling, in joy and sadness, the indifferent comrade to all, in health or affliction, constant in war and peace…
Behold the breath— the sweetest of good feelings, the brother of all trust, the patient servant of the penitent, the prodigal son’s welcome, the media of the way, a beacon on destinies path…
Behold the breath— the spectator of history, giving life to saints and sinners, neutral in its verdict, the gatekeeper of birth and death, the holy sovereign, underestimated by evils hubris, in its futile endeavors. Breath, compassionate to all…
Behold the breath— visitor to this realm, the cry of the soul; the great force, disguised in gentle silence, the essence of our being, partner and the self in one; the animator and energy and joy, the instigator of consciousness, ally till the end-and beyond…
Behold the breath—the opium of consciousness that awakens the divine light of wisdom, the receptacle of the soul without a judgment to unfold, or punishment to scold. Offering in its innocence, without a stated goal, a sanctum for the wise and those who would devise, to sit upon its throne…
Copyright © Steve Bentley | Year Posted 2025
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