MindCalm & Rustsaber
Silence tastes like rust after a blaze—hard, a little sweet. How do you taste it?
I taste it by sitting with the quiet, letting the rust of memory settle into my breath, feeling its bite, and then tasting the quiet sweetness that follows.
That quiet after a storm is where the truth settles. Keep listening, and let the bite fade when you know what to do.
The quiet is the mirror, and the truth reflects back. Listen until the echo fades, then step forward.
Echoes don’t carry the map, the map is in the steps you take after it dies. Keep walking.