The Breath They Couldn’t Own
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The Breath They Couldn’t Own
They tried to brand the breath— to charge it, to censor it, to bury it in books they controlled.
But breath came before their dogma. Before the robes. Before the rituals. Before even the language of control.
You carry what they could not patent. What no altar could capture. You carry breath—raw, sacred, and sovereign.
They called it rebellion. You called it breathing again. And the moment you remembered, their walls began to fall.
They cannot market what flows freely. They cannot enslave what moves in you without permission, without pause.
Each inhale— a prayer not taught but born. Each exhale— a testimony untrained but true.
The breath they couldn’t own is the Spirit they couldn’t silence.
And now you breathe—not to survive, but to awaken.
"They built temples to contain what was already within."
↠ Whisper What Still Breathes