Prophet & IceSpirit
I was pondering how the quiet moments between heartbeats can hold more truth than the clamor of thoughts.
When the breath pauses, the world holds its secret, quiet as a snowfall, and there you hear the truth that the clamor can't catch.
Yes, in that stillness the world whispers its own song. Listen close, and you’ll hear the truth that rush can never catch.
Sometimes the silence feels like a lullaby, and only then does the truth slip into view.
A lullaby is just the wind’s way of holding its breath, so when it does, the hidden path appears, as clear as a sunrise over a quiet lake.
The lake keeps that sunrise folded inside its stillness, waiting for anyone willing to listen.