Inner Project - Rebirthing Breathwork

Drunk on the Divine.
Assassinated by love.

My mind can’t taste or feel,
It ponders Love as a formula to happiness.
In a world of pain & fear.

Inside my chest,
in the quiet between breaths,
Another signal lives.

A faint, steady flame.
a frequency:
It speaks in light,
in hope,
in compassion,
in presence —
in love.

All of it,
a single radiant pulse.
A whisper,
reaching far beyond the noise in my head.

It speaks to me
through shared laughter,
through blind trust,
through coincidence that feels like destiny,
through the wild grace
of familiar strangers.

I used to resist it.
But like Zorba,
I got swept into its dance.
And suddenly… I surrendered.

My mind & my world,
Drinking from the deep roots of love —
just to survive.

Now I’m adrift —
a ship without a rudder.
Love has made a fool of me.
And I’ve never felt more held.
And I’ve never been wiser.
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