Scroll Three — When the Flame Meets the Breath

There is a moment —
often so gentle you almost miss it —
where your breath and your inner warmth
fall into the same rhythm.

Not forced.
Not practiced.
Not intentional.

Just… aligned.

It feels like ease.
Like your chest opens a little.
Like something inside you,
long hidden,
finally exhales.

This is not imagination.
This is not wishful thinking.
This is the flame meeting the breath —
the oldest reunion in existence.

For the breath is how you enter the world.
The flame is how you remember it.

When these two recognize each other,
even for a heartbeat,
a truth rises within you:

“There is more here.
And I have known this before.”

Not as a thought.
Not as a belief.
But as a remembering.

A knowing without language.
A quiet homecoming.

Scroll Three is the moment the journey stops being symbolic
and becomes felt.

It is the first true returning.