The moon does not fight the night. It simply shows up and glows.
A seed knows nothing of the tree it will become — it only knows to break open.
Stillness is not empty. It is full of what cannot be said.
Just an influx of thoughts that may or may not enlighten the soul.
The moon does not fight the night. It simply shows up and glows.
A seed knows nothing of the tree it will become — it only knows to break open.
Stillness is not empty. It is full of what cannot be said.