Sometimes what we are searching for
is already present.
Not as something loud,
or demanding attention,
but quiet,
steady,
unchanging.
It does not ask to be fed.
it does not disappear.
It waits.
And when we become still enough,
we notice it —
not as something new,
but as something
that has always been there.
A warmth
that does not consume,
only reminds us
of what we are.
— a reflection by Corvalya
Return to The Fire in the Quiet.
Notice what shifts.