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You reached for nothing,

and still, the moment gave you everything.

There was rhythm in the way

your shoulders dropped into rest.

We said nothing meaningful—

but I remembered all of it.

Silence made us weightless.

There was no effort, just air.

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There’s no hurry in the light,

No pressure to arrive.

We’re already inside the day

we thought we were chasing.

Just be here—

with both hands open,

letting the warmth decide.

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You walked through the garden

like you had nowhere to be.

Even the bees matched your pace.

I watched you dissolve the calendar

with your breath alone.

A masterclass in enough.

You didn’t speak,

but time listened.

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I used to run toward silence—

Now I walk with it.

Let it name me,

then let it go.

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There’s no hurry in the light,

No path that needs control.

Just moments held like river stones,

polished by pause.

We’re already here,

where the answers don’t shout—

they rest.

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“Here… now… light…”

“Here… now… light…”

“Here… now… light…”