Elunaya III – I am the Breath of Life
Where Life breathes itself
Part III of the Elunaya Trilogy
This book
points nowhere.
What appears,
appears by itself.
Words fall silent,
and what remains
carries itself.
No distance
to what is.
No one
who speaks.
Only life
living itself.
This book
asks for no beginning
and knows no end.
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Table of Contents Elunaya III
Fore-Breath
1 – Present
2 – Life
3 – Body
4 – Movement
5 – Stillness
6 – Relationship
7 – Time
8 – Speaking
9 – Doing
10 – Choice
11 – Loss
12 – Freedom
13 – Love
14 – Trust
15 – Emptiness
16 – Simplicity
17 – Home
18 – Rest
19 – Touch
20 – Surrender
21 – Stillness in Motion
22 – Weightless
23 – Open
24 – Non-Doing
25 – Visible
26 – End
27 – Remaining
28 – Ordinary
29 – Everything
30 – Still
31 – Here
32 – Nothing
33 – Gentle
34 – Light
35 – Breath
36 – Free
37 – Without
38 – Together
39 – Simple
40 – Now
41 – Carrying
42 – Simple Joy
43 – Passage
44 – Falling Still
45 – Unnoticed
46 – Awareness
47 – Relaxed
48 – Still-Deep
49 – By Itself
50 – Simple Being
51 – Immediate
52 – Simple Living
53 – Space
54 – Still-Light
55 – Still-Being
56 – Itself
57 – Still
58 – Falling
59 – Without-Trace
60 – Simple Now
61 – Unseen
62 – Going-Still
63 – Lasting
64 – Unchanged
65 – Enough
66 – Staying-Still
67 – Absent
68 – Still-Going
69 – Resting
70 – Silent
71 – Being-Way
72 – Simple Here
73 – Staying Open
74 – Moving With
75 – Remaining
76 – Soft-Going
77 – Fading
78 – Breathless
79 – Dissolved
80 – Left
81 – No Longer
82 – Still-After
83 – No-Step
84 – Still-Remains
85 – Simple End
86 – No-Further
87 – Without-Way
88 – Simple Still
89 – Without-Time
90 – Still-Rest
91 – Nowhere
92 – Still-Simplicity
93 – Simply
94 – So
95 – Ordinary
96 – Still-So
97 – Nothing More
98 – So-Remains
99 – So
100 – So
Bibliography
Biography
1 – Present
There is nothing
that begins.
You are not being taken along.
You are not being opened.
You are not being remembered.
You are here.
Not as a human
who arrives.
Not as a soul
that lands.
But as life
that no longer
leaves itself.
There is no distance
between what breathes
and what is being lived.
No inside.
No outside.
No bridge
between light
and body.
What moves
is not movement.
What flows
is not flow.
It is life
knowing itself
without looking.
Not because you know.
Not because you feel.
But because being
no longer needs
direction.
You do not need
to follow anything.
You do not need
to carry anything.
You do not need
to become anything.
You are
where life
lives itself.