Alpha.
Every life begins with a breath.
Every truth begins with silence.
And between the two,
The entire universe is born.
You do not own your breath.
It is not yours to keep,
Nor is it yours to control.
It arrives like a gift you did not ask for,
And departs like a lover who will not wait.
And yet,
Within this fragile rhythm,
The inhale and exhale,
Lies the most profound secret of existence.
You are not separate from anything.
The tree that exhales what you inhale.
The oceans that swell with the same soul in your tears.
The starlight that died a million years ago,
Only to arrive now as illumination on your skin.
These are not distant things.
They are your body,
Your memory,
Your soul stretched thin across eternity.
The first breath you took was not yours,
Alone.
It was the earth breathing you in to be,
And the last breath you will give back will not belong to you either.
It will return to the same vastness from which you came.
So what does this mean?
It means that every moment you spend clinging to the illusion of mine,
And yours,
Of self,
And other,
Of life and death,
You are forgetting the truth you were born knowing.
There is no dividing line.
That the same current that moves galaxies is the one lifting your chest right now.
