In the quiet, the whispers fade,
No need to seek, no effort made.
The breath flows softly, a gentle tide,
Drawing me inward where truths abide.
The thoughts arise, like clouds in the sky,
Transient shapes, they drift and die.
I am not the storm, nor the fleeting breeze,
But the silent vastness that sees with ease.
No need to control, no need to bind,
The peace I seek is already mine.
In the “I AM,” the center, the core,
Lies the presence eternal, needing no more.
Each moment a portal, each breath a key,
Opening the stillness that sets me free.
In this meditative embrace, I return,
To the flame of awareness, forever to burn.