In Buddhist cosmology, the hungry ghost (preta) symbolises desire that cannot be satisfied, craving severed from nourishment. In this breath, it mirrors eros that has lost its ethical ground and capacity for care. The Story of Bluebeard (An Archetypal Map) *As mentioned in the book "Women who run with wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. Bluebeard is a man of immense charm and wealth. He is cultured, articulate, magnetic. There is only one thing about him that unsettles people

Before the light appears, there is a night that knows how to hold us In those times there are no names to call it, no inspiration, no certainty. Only breath. Breathe, and let the Beloved stay with you in the place where staying is hard. Let the Beloved whisper to you, very softly: This, too, belongs. Longing has been felt in the heart, and inner listening has begun to guide it toward change, even before the heart fully recognises what it needs. When longing is ignored, the he

The lotus does not rise by rejecting the mud. It opens because the dark waters knew how to hold it. This is the descent of sacred intimacy, where readiness gathers in silence, and the flower opens by trust. Descending.... The earth breathes through us, a soft gravity in the pulse. We lean downward falling... following to the ancient call   Nearness changes our weight. Breath gathers low, lower still, guiding us toward gates gracefully opening readily moistening.   Warmth invi

The descent is not weakness.  It is life-force learning how to move in the dark.  Like the horse, the soul does not fall, it enters the night with breath, instinct, and trust. Let us step softly now, beloved, down into the hidden valleys of your being. There is a field waiting underground, where the seeds of remembrance have been sleeping in silence. Ya Rahīm, wrap our descent in Your Mercy. Before the lamp of the heart is lit, before the inner niche glows with Divine Light (

In every true moment of intimacy, the first touch is not of skin to skin, but of presence to presence. These hands remind us that the erotic begins in the space-between, where longing softens, truth awakens, and the Beloved breathes two hearts into one field. Take a breath, both of you.   In intimacy, Presence is something you offer inwardly to yourself, and something you extend to the beloved, but most of all, it is what you offer to the field between you, the unseen space w

A solitary monk sits in the quiet chamber of his heart, surrounded by gentle candlelight. No words, no effort , only presence. This is the inner sanctuary where the Beloved meets us in silence, where the ache softens, the breath slows, and the soul remembers it is never alone. May this image be a doorway for you —into your own chamber of stillness, where Presence is already waiting. We have journeyed through the longing ( https://www.elespiraltherapy.cothe-breath-of-longing )

Shinto Torii Path. The Torii gates mark the passage from the ordinary into the sacred. Each gate is a breath. Each is an inner doorway. Listening begins when we step inward. There is a moment in your relationship when longing softens and listening opens. Not the kind of listening that waits a reply, or to fix, or to quickly understand, but the kind of listening that receives. The listening that happens with your breath, with your chest, with your hands and with your silence.

Ammonite Fossil, an ancient spiral formed through time, a symbol of inward listening, layered memory, and the quiet movement of the soul. There is a moment on the spiral when longing softens into listening. Not listening with urgency, not with the mind that analyses, but with the heart that receives. This is the Breath of Listening. It is the breath that turns us inward, not downward or upward, but along the curve of the spiral, where every silence holds a direction. Between

Artwork: “The Swan, No. 24” (1915), oil on canvas, from Group IX: The Swan, by Hilma af Klint There is a moment on the spiral when the inner longing that awakens the heart begins to move outward toward another. Just as the soul leans forward toward the Beloved within, the heart also leans toward the beloved in front of us. This is the Breath Between Two Hearts , the breath that widens the spiral from inner remembrance to shared presence.   Where Two Hearts Meet Every relation

Image: “Aarakta Shyam” (2012), acrylic on canvas, by S. H. Raza . Ya Fattāḥ, The Opener remind us of the nectar we once tasted, and through it, unfold for us the path we are meant to take. The breath of longing is the one that gives birth at the void place of the spiral, the first tremor of the spiral. It begins at the moment the soul leans forward, moved by an old echo and is drawn by a breath it has not yet remembered but wants to be seen, to be acknowledged. Within us ther

There is a way of breathing that is more than survival, it is remembrance. Every breath carries a trace of the Divine Breath placed within us at the beginning of creation. This opening reflection invites you to step barefoot into the inner landscape of the heart, to breathe with presence, with tenderness, and with the quiet awareness that you come from somewhere holy. This is not a list of instructions, but a spiral of remembrance, a gentle return to the Beloved, breath by b

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