Threshold

This quiet awareness
of change unfolding
beyond our control—
like waves reshaping the shore
while we sit in stillness,
watching the tide.

It is neither resignation
nor resistance,
but a kind of graceful surrender
to what is.

And yet, here we are—
anchored in this space,
this conversation,
still able to choose
how we meet whatever comes.

Perhaps this is what’s alive:
a pause,
a breath,
a peering behind the curtain.

The in-between moment,
the hush before becoming,
when the silence is not empty—
but full of what waits
to be born.

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