“I will be waiting here for your silence to break…For your soul to shake…For your love to wake!” — Rumi
Listen.
A humming.
Felt.
Not heard.
Pressure—building,
settling on skin.
Loud.
Yet inaudible.
Stop.
Listen.
Beyond breath.
Subtle.
Elusive.
Not inside us.
Rising like a tide—
unseen.
Unannounced.
Dropping as if to hide—
pressing,
lingering.
Revealing presence.
Yet unseen.
Leave it.
Let it be.
Focus elsewhere.
The ordinary.
The near.
Pressure at the head.
A quiet tightening.
No sound.
Silence held too long.
Breathe.
Air heavier now.
Silence.
Real and unreal.
Entering the chest.
Dread of the unknown—
flowing with the blood.
Intrusive weight.
Be gone.
Leave us alone.
Nothing answers.
Nothing moves—
yet nothing happens.
This nothing—
full of
something.
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