Love Is on Every Breath
Love was here before the first breath, and remains after the last. Not found, not lost— only ever present, like a silent tide that never comes or goes.
Love is on every breath we take—
not placed there, not earned,
but quietly given,
as though the air itself remembers us.
Before the first soft opening of the lungs,
before the cry that announced our arrival,
Love was already here—
and there, within the field from which all creation arises and returns.
Not as a beginning, not as an end,
but as what has always been.
It was waiting—
not as something apart,
but as the very space into which we entered.
Each inhale carries its whisper:
you are held.
Each exhale releases nothing,
for nothing of Love is ever lost.
We spend our days searching for it—
in faces, in moments, in fleeting forms—
not seeing that it moves
in the rise and fall of the chest,
closer than thought,
nearer than the name we call ourselves.
And when at last the breath grows still,
when the body returns its borrowed rhythm,
Love does not leave with it.
It remains—
as it always has—
before the breath,
within the breath,
beyond the breath—
the one constant,
the silent tide
that neither comes nor goes.
Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
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