Look closer. The thoughts that race through your mind—the worries about tomorrow, the replays of yesterday's mistakes, the endless to-do lists—they are not you . They are weather. They are sounds passing through a room. You are the room itself: vast, still, and utterly unchanged by the noise that moves within you.
That emptiness is not a void. It is potential. Silence is not the absence of sound, but the source of all sound. The canvas is not a lack of paint; it is the only reason paint can mean anything. You have been running from the silence your entire life, but the silence has never been the enemy. It is your foundation. realteke
Listen now. Not to me. To the silence between the words. That is the only teacher you need. Look closer