Soft Mirrors: Below and Within

I stand still. The light falls softly, and all I see falls into place.

No voices calling. No memories pulling. Everything holds — threads woven into one design.

My body and my mind are in the same place, and the world moves with my breath.

There is no doubt, only rhythm. No border between what I am and what I see.

I am calm. I am true. And that is enough.