A whisper of sky, a tranquil sea,
Blue settles softly, deep and wide.
Within its silent majesty,
A gentle, calming peace abides.

The universe's vastness is not a void to be filled, but a fundamental property that defines the very concept of 'here' and 'there'.

Is time a river we flow through, or merely the ever-unfolding present we constantly arrive at?

We are made of stardust, contemplating stardust, wondering about the stardust yet to be.

The world holds its breath, a hushed pause.
No wind stirs the leaf, nor distant cause.
A deep, soft quietness, settling low,
Where hurried thoughts no longer flow.
Time's pulse grown so faint, a fragile thread,
As inner landscapes brightly spread.
Here, simple being finds its grace,
And fills the vast, unmoving space.