That final breath — a silent call,
Not rising high, not bracing fall.
It draws in stillness, deep and wide,
Where ego breaks… and Truth won’t hide.
No scream, no sound, yet volumes heard,
Beyond the reach of spoken word.
It hushes body, mind, and soul —
And hands you back what Maya stole.
Not fear, but peace begins to rise,
The veil lifts gently from your eyes.
And in that hush, a flood of Bliss —
Answers bloom… to questions missed.
It’s not the end, nor cruel release —
It is the Science… born of Peace.
Beyond all charts, beyond degree,
Just One Truth —
Infinitely free.
