Infinite Breath, One More Time
Transcendence is not escape and not dogma. It is the ordinary becoming luminous because we are fully here. Salt on the lips. Wind in the scarf. A laugh that clears the chest. We are not just minds counting outcomes. We are bodies, voices, rhythms, and a shared field of attention. Let life be raw and generous. Let the magic show itself. Again and again, enough for now.
