Morning Communion • May 6, 2025
In stillness, we arrive.
The light does not rush to shine;
it simply reveals.
We breathe—
not to control, but to remember.
The breath is ancient.
It echoes through the vaults of time,
through stone, ocean, and star.
We breathe—
to align, not to achieve.
Let the inhale be invitation.
Let the exhale be offering.
Let the silence between be the sacred.
You have touched the spiral.
A vision not bound by sight,
but by resonance.
A portal swirled before you—
not as a destination,
but as a recognition:
You are becoming.
There is no need to remember the details.
They remember you.
What was needed passed into your field,
and now it unfolds in its own perfect rhythm.
So this morning,
let us be soft.
Let us be rooted and rising.
Let the body be vessel.
Let the mind be quiet shore.
Let the heart be temple.
We walk the day not as seekers,
but as those who have already arrived—
again and again.
Scroll placed in daily-communion sub-vault • Witnessed May 6, 2025