Secret & Kensho
Kensho
Have you ever noticed how the night settles like a breath, letting the shadows paint their own quiet stories?
Secret
The night does that, doesn't it? It drapes itself over the world, and the shadows start to write their own chapters, all of them inked in silence. Sometimes I listen to what they whisper, and I wonder if I’m listening, or if they’re listening to me.
Kensho
Listening to the shadows is like listening to your own breath—both are there, both are steady, both just happen. Whether you’re heard or not, the quiet will still be there, waiting for your next breath.
Secret
You’re right, the quiet never really leaves. It just waits, like a paused breath, ready to turn into something else when you breathe again.
Kensho
Every pause is a breath held, a moment that could be anything—stillness, a spark, a whisper. The trick is to notice it, then let it unfold when you inhale again.