A threshold where breath becomes movement.
The Winged Gate recalls the first threshold — where movement learned to listen.
A symbol of passage carried by wind, not by walls.
It speaks of return.
Of leaving through one side only to arrive through another — lighter, truer.
To cross this gate is to breathe with awareness.
Each inhale opens the inner wings; each exhale lets them fold again.
Pause before any beginning.
Sense the wings at your back.
Step not forward, but through.
The Gate endures because movement itself remembers the sacred.
It opens wherever presence chooses to rise.
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