Where does it begin?
Where does it end?
This moment simply exists
full, quiet, complete.
A moss-covered stone floats upon still water.
The surface speaks nothing,
yet holds everything.
The stone does not explain. It simply is.
And in its being, it speaks all.
No wind stirs.
No light chases shadow.
Time has paused, forgetting to move forward.
In this silence, there are no questions.
No names, no desires, no meanings.
Only pure presence,
breathing endlessly in stillness.
And in that silence ā it speaks most deeply.
An eternal stillness,
meeting the presence of now.