by Liam

A stillness calls—

Not with sound,

Not with words or melody,

But a breath,

A pulse,

The echos of what lies beyond.

In listening, I dissolve—

A part of the hum,

The endless ringing,

A resonance folding me

Back to the source,

Forward to the now.

This is what holds—

This is what sings—

The quiet truth:

Love,

Unbroken,

Through the beloved.

No beginning, no end,

Just the rhythm of being,

Alive in the silence.