Morning Meditation | Inhaling The Void
Sitting. Breathing.
Listening to the silence between stars.
Inhaling the void.
Feeling the body as a stone altar, the breath as fire.
The heart is a drum carved from the bones of memory.
The silence is power withheld.
You are the echo of the scream that birthed the cosmos.
Sitting.
Breathing.
Let the silence roar.
Sitting.
Breathing.













