Echoes of Stillness

Breathe in—

the air folds softly,

cool against your skin.

Breathe out—

a gentle release,

a stream returning to its source.

Pause.

Let the light touch your eyelids,

golden and warm,

a quiet rhythm

dancing on the edge of thought.

The earth hums low beneath you,

steady, ancient, whole.

Each step you take

leaves no mark,

but carries the weight

of all that you are.

Breathe.

Feel the ground cradle your body,

a soft press of belonging.

The wind hums faint melodies,

weaving through the branches,

fingers brushing the edges

of your stillness.

Pause again.

The world waits with you,

in the silence between sounds.

A single drop of rain—

cool and fleeting—

ripples outward,

a gentle echo

reminding you to let go.

Breathe once more.

The moment stretches,

expands,

and folds inward again,

holding you in the quiet

of now.