Gaze inwards. Each muscle counters another on the scales of the universe. This weight, light, that dense. Floating vs falling; a pendulum swings around the poise of mind.
The tapestry breathes through cracks in the silence, weaving tales not yet spun. Simplicity, complexity, an endless dimension folded inside the other.
Let thoughts dissolve into cosmic dust, the canvas of time allowing shifts without friction. Only shadows complain of the stretches they endure.
A whisper settles the balance of ages. What remains unshuffled will unfold with gravity's grace.