19 Embracing the Mystery

I didn’t come to explain.
I came to breathe into the space where words dissolve.
To open my hands in the presence of not knowing.

In this transmission, recorded in the wake of emotional release,
I surrender the need to define what stirs.

There is a rhythm beneath the story.
A pulse that whispers: let it be a mystery.

And so I speak—not to name it,
but to allow the unnameable to find its voice.

This is not a lesson.
It is a letting.

Recorded on a day when breath met being
and the only answer was: this.