Sitting whilst time stands still.
Darkness to light
Breath in and breathe out.
As our moon passes by twice we complete our breath.
Our breath cycle is grander than the mere minute.
What is grander than the breath of life?

In any given moment we arrive or miss the mark.

As above so below.

Cyclical we are…until we are not.

Death and new birth.

We breathe in and we breathe out.

Thought, perception and new cosmos is born.

Stepping into the Canvas with a sense of knowing. Knowing that with every breath we are creating a reality. Whether heaven or hell, it is given unto us. With every thought, a new reality is born…careful…where dost want to go?