The Rhythm of Stillness

Breathe.

The air enters, soft and warm,

Leaves like a ripple, a hush.

Feel the rise—

The chest sways gently,

A rhythm older than thought,

A tide unbound, unbroken.

The sky leans close,

A canopy of velvet blue,

Stars scattered,

Quiet lanterns of eternity.

Pause.

Let the stillness unfurl.

The earth hums beneath,

A soundless lullaby.

Touch the coolness of the ground—

Each blade of grass,

Each grain of soil,

A story folded into silence.

Breathe.

The wind curves around your edges,

Carrying a scent of rain,

Or perhaps the memory of rain.

Rest in the in-between,

The gentle sway of not here,

Not there.

Close your eyes.

Feel the heartbeat within,

And the one beyond.

They echo together,

A rhythm, unspoken yet heard.

Pause.

The world waits,

Holding its breath with you.

The flame inside flickers,

Neither bright nor dim—

Only constant.