3/5 The Silence

After the fire, there is nothing left to hold on to.No center, no edge, no breath to follow.What was burning becomes transparent, and what was you —dissolves into what has always been here.

This is not a silence that comes from the absence of sound.It is the stillness beneath every sound,the space that has never moved,the awareness that watches even the fall of light.

Here, nothing speaks, yet everything is known.The trees, the wind, the pulse in your wrist — all are made of the same quiet.Even thought, when it appears, no longer disturbs;it ripples through the stillness and disappears like a bird crossing an open sky.

You begin to sense that the silence is alive —not empty, but overflowing.It breathes you.It thinks before thought.It loves without a name.

The Work pauses here, not to rest,but to reveal that there is no more work to do.Only the endless awareness of what never began and can never end.

Stay here.Not by effort, but by listening.For in this listening,the One who sought is found to have never left.