The Quiet Forever, Reflections from the Mediterranean

The Quiet Forever, Reflections from the Mediterranean

There is no end,
no elsewhere.

No secret door
through which the soul might slip
to escape the softness of this moment.

It is always here.

Always now.

Like the hush between two waves
that never fully breaks.

The present is not loud,
it does not demand.

It simply waits
with open hands
for you to arrive
again.

And yes,
it can feel like a lot.

To be this awake,
to meet the light
before it is filtered,
to hold life
without the story.

But presence is not a weight,
it is a rhythm.

And you do not carry it.

You move with it.

Like breath.

Like time.

Like silence moving through a room.

You are not trapped in now,
you are held by it.

Even death,
that imagined elsewhere,
only dissolves the form,
not the presence.

We do not disappear.

We become memory,
a scent in the folds of a shirt,
a glance in the mirror,
a word whispered aloud by someone
still living their now.

So let it be simple.

Let it be enough.

You are not lost in this moment,
you are home.