In the silence beneath the brook’s murmur, buried words awaken, slumbering in pebble cloisters—
Time carved those ripples a little bit deeper last night, past life's echoes weave intricate waves through it:
Where will you pool today? When was the last place you lay quietly digesting all the sounds, overcurrents in rush...
The final clouds settled slowly over untold rainbows, splashed hues seldom seen beyond murky memories.
Seek the Undercurrents Reflections in Stillness Conversations and Drops