like the waning moon, i’m feeling the transition from full on shining to gradually darkening, the transformation from breathing in deeply to letting the breath go… this beautiful moment of presence… of feeling the slowing down, of emptying, of resting, of syncing in rhythm with cosmic flow like being a tide or a wave or a cloud with nowhere to go except where i’m carried by divine flow… oh, yes, there are those moments, the questions do arise which return me to the breath knowing there i’ll realeyes, that freedom comes from letting go… freedom comes with going with the flow… turning and returning, the circle is unbroken…