From the Scrolls of Ahyeen
These writings are not stories to consume but moments to inhabit.
They are not lessons but living fields.
Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.
She Remembered
Mayumi loved to rise before daybreak — in the hush of the night right before life stirs for a new day, that sweet still moment before birdsong fills the air and the sky begins to gently lighten.
Such was her love for this particular hour that her body knew it instinctively; every morning she would awaken on her own.
Sometimes she would open her eyes and then close them again, as if diving deeper into the magic of the moment, a smile of contentment resting on her lips. It was as if the sun were already shining through her cheeks all the way into her heart, and she would simply stay — lying in bed, breathing in reverence for each breath, contemplating. Whether she drifted back into the warm arms of sleep or not did not matter. What mattered was the inner stillness perfectly matching the one around her.
Other mornings, Mayumi felt like bouncing out of bed, stretching her arms up toward the sky, quickly dressing to go outside and witness the glorious sunrise — drinking it in like a delicious, colorful elixir, the sparkle in her dark eyes attuning to the shimmer of the ocean beside her home.
She would sit upon the beach, or stand in reverence, or walk gently along the sand — the waves rhythmically lapping at her feet in their “good morning” greetings — and her entire being would attune to the melody of water, earth, air, and fire beating in her cells as one with nature, her nature, all of nature.
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And then there were mornings like today, when standing on the shore was not enough; when the foam curling across the sand became a soft hand inviting her to dive in, to greet the sea from the inside out.
On this particular day, Mayumi felt so completely in love with the aurora painting the sky that laughter bubbled up from nowhere. As she leapt over the waves and dove into the sea, she laughed for no reason other than this: being here, being alive, being at one with herself and everything around her — merging with the elements, remembering…
Ah, remembering she had never been anything but all of this.
She had never been separate, or broken, or lost. It had seemed so — very much — and she had believed it too. The separation had felt so real.
But now, as the laughter spilled out and infused her with bliss, she knew who she was. Who she had always been.
She remembered.
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Keynote: Reunion
Born in the gentle dawn of Santa Maria,
where laughter met the tide and the sea whispered, “You remember.”
Here, the ocean became my mirror — and all of life, my Self. 🌊
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