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Om…

Sthira in the bones,
sukha in the breath,
soft enough to open,
strong enough to rest.

Citta like a river,
light across the skin,
nothing here to conquer,
only enter in.

Every shape is moving,
every name can change,
what I thought was solid
was only passing rain.

Rāga pulls me forward,
dveṣa turns away,
two directions of the mind
that keep the heart in chase.

Less becoming.
More revealing.

Less possession.
More receiving.

Less resistance.
More seeing.

Let the noise fall through.

Live.
Love.
Inspire.

Let it move through what you are.
Let the practice become presence.
Let the presence travel far.

Live.
Love.
Inspire.

Not a promise, not a role.
Just the way the heart grows clearer
when the mind releases hold.

Live…
Love…
Inspire…

Breathe it in.
Let it go.

Jnana in the question,
seva in the hands,
dharma in the silence
before the next command.

Tapas in the fire,
svādhyāya in the gaze,
truth arriving slowly
through the patterns that we face.

Not every thought is wisdom.
Not every fear is fate.
Not every door is calling.
Not everything must stay.

Less performing.
More becoming still.

Less controlling.
More learning how to feel.

Less arriving.
More remembering.

What was underneath.

Live.
Love.
Inspire.

Let it move through what you are.
Let the practice become presence.
Let the presence travel far.

Live.
Love.
Inspire.

Not a promise, not a role.
Just the way the heart grows clearer
when the mind releases hold.

Neti, neti…

Not the image.
Not the name.

Not the reaching.
Not the leaving.
Not the pleasure.
Not the pain.

Śāntiḥ in the space
where nothing has to stay the same.

Avidyā loses power
when the witness sees the frame.

Let the knowledge turn to wisdom.
Let the wisdom turn to care.

Let the breath become remembrance.
Let the practice meet you there.

Through the body.
Through the silence.
Through the space between the two.

Not escaping from the human.
Going deeper into truth.

Live.
Love.
Inspire.

Through the body.
Through the breath.

Through the silence underneath us.
Through the space beyond the self.

Live.
Love.
Inspire.

Nothing forced and nothing claimed.

Only presence moving outward.
Only love without a name.

Live.
Love.
Inspire.

Let the practice leave a trace.
Not in what we say we know —

in the way
we hold the space.

Live…
Love…
Inspire…

Om śāntiḥ.

Nothing to prove.
Nothing to become.

Only this.
Only now.