This is truth without sound. A flower breaks open. Its color defies the dullness of dust.
Its bloom forgets yesterday's frost. You kneel astonished. Not by its beauty.
But by your ability to see it. This is awakening. Kindness moves through you.
Not as duty, not as debt. But as instinct. You lift a fallen book for a stranger.
You look someone in the eye. And suddenly the world softens. This is the revolution of gentleness.
The stars appeared unhurried. City lights hung beneath them. But the sky holds your gaze.
Each spark is a question. Each shimmer an answer. You feel but cannot name.
This is awe dressed in darkness. Your heartbeat steadies. Not despite the fear.
But because of it. The drum inside your chest knows how to carry you forward even when you don't. This is courage disguised rhythm.
