Even when you think you are quiet,
your song still moves.
Beneath the noise of the world,
your hum remains.

And as you place your feet on the Earth,
the next step rises not from force,
but from devotion.

Today’s clouds are the soft keepers of mysteries still becoming.

Here, in the space between sound and silence, your breath becomes a rhythm. A rhythm shaping a space so tender it will only ever be understood by the heart.

And that is enough.