One Breath

That which we call “birth”

is the feracious seed

of that which we call

“death.”

And that which we call

“death”

is

but

the

inception

of

New

Life.

The mutual interplay

of “birth” and “death” —

are but two strands

of a single loop of silk —

one lemniscal continuum —

differing only

in perspective

and

perception —

arising from

and returning to

the

Source

of

Life.

Yet who can truly fathom the Great Mystery?

Like a gentle wave of the ocean —

all manifestations of Life

flourish and frolic

in space and time

seemingly

but for a little while

and then abate —

returning once again to the Source.

The Way of Nature.

The Nature of the Way.

What attracts us to this experience of Life

is its incredible wonder —

its indescribable beauty.

Life

expressing

exploring

and

experiencing

itself

in infinite variations —

myriad

manifestations.

What gives rise to fear and aversion

in our corporeal cogitations of “death”

is the fallacious fantasy of

dissolution

and

apparent

loss.

Yet what seems like dissolution and loss is

in reality

not dissolution and loss at all.

For just as the clouds that wander through the sky

apparently arise from no-thing —

in their guileless game of hide-and-seek —

precociously —

playfully —

revealing themselves

in visible, embodied expression.

Infinite variations —

myriad manifestations —

of

Life

flourishing and frolicking

but a little while

and then...

evanescing —

the visible returning once again to the invisible —

the manifest returning once again to the unmanifest —

the prosopopeia returning once again to the potentiality —

The Way of Nature.

The Nature of the Way.

We are breathed in

and

we are breathed out.

Therefore...

what else is there?

But to awaken

and remember...

the

One

Breath.

Not two.

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— a adaptation of a teaching from the Zhuāngzǐ 庄子, a collection of stories, parables and wisdom sayings attributed to 4th century BCE philosopher and teacher, Zhuāngzǐ (Master Zhuang) 莊子