A quiet space opens  
where the noise of the world falls away.

In that stillness  
thought softens,  
and the self begins to drift  
free from the shapes it has been given.

There is a hush here—  
the gentle unfolding of solitude  
where expectation loosens its grip  
and something lighter takes its place.

What remains  
is a quiet brightness,  
the strange joy of being alone  
with the open air.

Untethered,  
feeling the possibility of movement again.

In this moment,  
between silence and breath,  
freedom feels close enough  
to touch.