From the Scrolls of Ahyeen
These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.
They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.
Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.
Templeness
It is not a place.
It is a space.
A space of Pure Presence.
This kind that tastes like rose scented tea and touches your skin with velvet softness.
A silence so profound, that your whole body cannot but sigh - relieved contentment.
It is safe. Finally safe.
Templeness emerges from within it. As if it were now the Cathedral walls of something so sacred that nothing else matters.
A state of Beingness where humanness is integral. The land and the landscape. Essential.
Not Human. Not divine. All. As One.
Perceived and perception.
Creation and creator.
Not somewhere.
Not someone.
Not something.
Ah... a breath. Yes. This Breath. Your Breath.
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