Sometimes the body becomes the temple where release takes place.
What was held for years may suddenly loosen, leaving us breathless for a moment — and
then, clear.
This vitral and poem are an offering to honor such a threshold:
the moment when heaviness departs, and breath returns as a sacred vow of freedom.

Vitral of Release

A serene woman clothed in flowing green, eyes closed, with a golden halo. One hand rests
on her heart, the other on her belly. Swirling blue clouds surround her, and golden threads
radiate outward, symbolizing the release of the old and the return of clarity.

Poem: The Breath of Release

A nest of shadows broke last night,
a knot unfastened in the dark.
Through cough and storm the old gave way,
and morning woke with clearer spark.
The body spoke in sacred tears,
a river loosed, a weight undone.
What clung for years dissolved in breath,
revealing sky, revealing sun.
Now lungs remember light is home,
each breath a vow, each sigh a prayer.
I walk in clarity restored,
my chest a temple, pure and bare.

Closing

May each breath remind us that renewal is always possible,
and that within us lives the eternal clarity of light.