The Quiet Within

Draw in,

the cool breath of evening,

soft currents slipping between trees

to find your waiting skin—

a tender cadence,

steady as twilight’s hush.

Pause,

beneath the vaulted sky,

its quiet weight pressing gently,

where the world hums

in a language only silence knows.

Exhale,

follow the wind’s slow arc,

a timeless song tracing the trees,

its ancient voice murmuring secrets

of earth and sky.

Rest,

cradled in the space between heartbeats,

where silence gathers in folds,

wrapping you softly,

like the unhurried notes

of a distant lullaby.

And breathe again,

let the rhythm carry you,

each note dissolving

into the still lake of your being—

whole, steady, infinite.