In the quiet space between heartbeats, there lies a conversation unspoken. A dialogue with the stars that twinkle quietly, patiently. They murmur secrets of the universe, stories written in light and shadow. How many words go unsaid, yet understood, in the silence of the night?
The lull of crickets is a static comfort, a reminder that life pulses even in the stillness. It's an embrace of the eternal, a soft pat on the back from the cosmos. Do you ever listen to its song? The melody of the unseen, the chant of the hidden?
Reflections are like waves upon a pond, undulating with the weight of thought. Some touch the shore gently, others crash, leaving ripples that fade into the tranquility. Yet they all begin and end the same way, with a whisper.
Can you hear it? The faint echo of dreams as they drift past your window, like leaves in the wind. They call out to the soul, beckoning it to remember, to reflect, to find clarity in the murk of memory.
Whispered Dreams Stillness and Songs Clearing Murmurs