When Quiet Speaks

Inhale,

the soft curve of the moment

wraps around you,

gentle as a wave folding into itself.

Each breath flows—

unrushed, unbroken,

an ancient rhythm etched into your being.

Exhale.

Feel the weight dissolve,

like mist retreating under morning light.

The air carries no urgency,

only the calm of what simply is.

Pause.

Let your eyes follow the line of the horizon,

where earth meets sky in a quiet embrace.

Light shifts,

soft and golden,

its touch resting on your skin.

Breathe in again—

the subtle scent of damp earth,

the cool hum of air weaving through leaves.

A stillness settles,

not empty, but full.

Full of whispers from the ground,

full of life unseen,

full of the now.

Rest in the pause.

Let it stretch.

Let it hold you.

Feel the heartbeat of the world beneath your feet,

its steady cadence guiding yours.

You need not move,

you need not reach.

Here, you are whole.

Exhale once more.

The silence remains.

It has always been here,

waiting for you to notice.