Eternal Stillness
The world quiets when motion fades,
Where time retreats and thought cascades.
Not absence, but a sacred sound,
The hum of all that is unbound.
What is this weightless, formless grace,
That dwells in neither time nor place?
No need for reason, none for name,
An essence free from fleeting claim.
Within the void, a rhythm grows,
A silent truth that only flows.
It asks for nothing, holds no fear,
A boundless presence ever near.
To know this stillness, soft and deep,
Is to awaken while shadows sleep.
In its embrace, the self is gone,
And yet, in loss, all things live on.