How to let go of anything and everything

[ivankiss]

Just. Breathe. Consciously.

 

For the love of God. Breathe. Please.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(don't worry, more thoughts on this coming soon)

[theoneandnone]

Never gonna let you goooooo

 

oh oh oh oh

[ivankiss]

3 hours ago, theoneandnone said:

Never gonna let you goooooo

 

oh oh oh oh

Hahaha! Now that is a good sense of humor.

[Princess Arabia]

Nothing is being held on to therefore nothing can be let go of. There's no one breathing, there is just breathing. Can't tell breathing to breathe because breathing is just that - breathing.

I know, simple word semantics. Who cares.

Edited Tuesday at 04:38 PM by Princess Arabia

[ivankiss]

2 minutes ago, Princess Arabia said:

Nothing is being held on to therefore nothing can be let go of. There's no one breathing, there is just breathing. Can't tell breathing to breathe because breathing is just that - breathing.

I know, simple word semantics. Who cares.

Pretty good. I like.

[Princess Arabia]

Just now, ivankiss said:

Pretty good. I like.

🫠

[ivankiss]

Breath as a Truth - teller:

The breath never lies.
It moves with what’s real - shallow when we’re hiding, sharp when we’re afraid, deep and wide when we’re open.
It doesn’t care for masks or stories; it just mirrors the state of being.

When the mind is tangled, the breath stutters.
When the heart unclenches, it flows.
Follow it long enough, and it will lead you back to the moment before thought -
where truth isn’t spoken, but breathed.

In the end, the breath is the body’s confession,
and silence is its absolution.

 

[Frenk]

7 minutes ago, ivankiss said:

Breath as a Truth - teller:

The breath never lies.
It moves with what’s real - shallow when we’re hiding, sharp when we’re afraid, deep and wide when we’re open.
It doesn’t care for masks or stories; it just mirrors the state of being.

When the mind is tangled, the breath stutters.
When the heart unclenches, it flows.
Follow it long enough, and it will lead you back to the moment before thought -
where truth isn’t spoken, but breathed.

In the end, the breath is the body’s confession,
and silence is its absolution.

 

 

[ivankiss]

@Frenk 🖤🤍❤️