The Breath That Remembers

Breath is everything—
the first soft whisper
beneath all the noise,
the doorway we forgot we carried
to peace, to power,
to the quiet blooming of our own becoming.

In the rhythm between inhale and surrender
the masculine builds a bridge,
steady, unshakeable,
a structure for the soul to lean on—
while the feminine
unravels, melts,
opens the secret rooms of the heart.

Together they lift the veil.

Through pulse, sound,
and the slow unclenching of the body,
a deeper world awakens:
where intuition becomes truth,
where the mind bows to the wisdom of the cells,
and the breath shows us
what has always been ours—
clarity, courage, trust.

Old emotions rise like tides,
held, honored, released.
Warm currents spiral through the root,
fire gathering in the pelvis,
light climbing the spine
like a memory of who we once were
before fear taught us to shrink.

Here, every tremble is permission,
every tear is movement,
every shiver is a return
to the whole,
the holy,
the unapologetically alive.

In this space,
you are held.
In this space,
you are free.
In this space,
breath becomes bliss—
a direct path home
to the calm, steady power
waiting in the center of your being.

Come remember yourself.
Come rise in your own rhythm.
Come breathe the world open again.