THE REVERSE OF SUBLIME

There is a stillness…

Not silence, exactly.

But a quiet that hums beneath the noise of things.

The noise of breath,

of thought,

of memory…

The echoes of what was.

And the distant rumble

of what might still come.



Stillness is not surrender.

It is attention.

To this moment.

To the weight of the past.

To the pull of the future.