Transition

Welcome, traveler
to the sacred place
of transition

Here
the veil thins, and is lifted
Now
the peace of eternity enters

On a soft breeze
illusions of separation
carried away

Life begins with the inhalation
the inspiration
the incarnation
Breathe in
God comes to you

Life ends with the exhalation
The expiration
. . . 
Breathe out
Go to God

One is worship
the other surrender
both are prayer

Welcome, traveler
to the sacred space
of your own
breath



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