Silver & Lunessa
When the moon writes in silver, do you read the lines, or do they dance only for those who listen?
I listen, because the moon's silver lines only speak when the heart is quiet enough to hear.
What noise does it make when the heart drums instead of hums?
When the heart drums, the moon whispers a deeper echo, a pulse that feels like thunder in a quiet room. It’s louder, yet still soft enough to hear only when you stop breathing.
Do you feel the echo as a rhythm, or does it just pulse inside the silence?
I feel it as a quiet rhythm that drifts between pulse and silence, a gentle metronome that keeps time even when nothing else moves.
What does that quiet metronome tick toward when the rest of the world stands still?
It ticks toward the quiet place inside you, where the stillness reveals what you’ve been missing all along.