Born on Every Breath

Death. With every breath, I vanish. In every breath, I am born anew. Each inhale is creation, each exhale, surrender. New self, new ideas, new path to the Beloved. The choice is this: To circle endlessly in the memory of what was, Or to flow forward, carried by the eternal stream of becoming. Creation is not mine, yet it is me. I am the mirror reflecting the infinite, The ever-unfolding thought of God Herself.