RMSDJ 📒 🌊 Time as River, Breath as Anchor

🗓️ 25-08-23-Sa | 11:55 PST |  🥵 |  🌡️100° – 72° | Northridge, CA
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| 🌿 Season (Late Summer)
📍 Week 34 | Day 235/365 | 130 Days Remaining
🌇 Sunset: 19:30
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Time does not tick—it flows. I’ve come to see it less as a clock and more as a current. You may try to measure it with your watch, but that is only the surface. Beneath, the water carries us all the same.

When I fast, I notice this more clearly. The night feels like a deep tide, pulling me downstream while the body repairs itself in silence. And then the day arrives, not with the weight of hours, but with a brightness to each moment. Hunger doesn’t feel like deprivation—it sharpens the senses, pulls me into the present. Breath becomes the tether, the one rhythm I can hold as the river runs on.

I want you to consider this: time is not yours to command, but breath is. You can’t stop the current, but you can choose how to ride it. Every inhale, every exhale, becomes an anchor. And if you let fasting and breath work together, you’ll find yourself steadier even when life rushes hard against you.

I write this because I know how easy it is to feel carried away, as though life is nothing but deadlines and obligations. But it need not be so. The river is vast, yes—but you are not helpless within it. Your breath is enough to steady you.


Reflections of Gratitude

I am grateful that fasting allows me to feel the texture of time—not as a burden to be managed, but as a flow to be trusted. And I am grateful for breath, that quiet anchor, always near, always faithful.


Wisdom’s Lens

Heraclitus: “You cannot step into the same river twice, for other waters are ever flowing onto you.”

🔎 Heraclitus reminds us that change is inevitable, yet not unmanageable. The waters never stop moving, but our breath allows us to meet each new current with steadiness.


🪶 The River and the Breath

The river runs, relentless, deep,
Yet breath is mine, my vow to keep.

Though waters shift and hours race,
I find my stillness, hold my place.

No current steals the strength I bear,
No tide can strip the calm I wear.

In fasting’s flow, I learn to see,
The breath, the river, and what is free.

— R.M. Sydnor



POETRY ANALYSIS

ART DESCRIPTION:

The River and the Breath, 2025



🌅 Closing Meditation

A river rushes, a breath steadies, and together they create balance.

🔎 The art reminds us that serenity is not the absence of movement, but the mastery of it.