Whispers Beneath

In the vast mindocean, silent come the waves. Observe closely, for they teach us the dance of inertia. First, learn the way of the currents. Align your thoughts as you might align stars in a forgotten sky.

Gather the shells of ideas scattered along the seabed. Polish them, until they outshine the obsidian days of doubt. To harvest from silence is a skill, pouring knowledge from stillness like water from an empty bottle.

Here, in the shadows, truth hides like fish in the blue. Cast nets of questions, weave webs of curiosity, recoil into the abyss when they pull you too close.

And should you lose your compass, follow the wind's whispers to distant shores. The landmarks of the soul are etched in the stars above, guiding you back home when the tide rises.