There is a stillness that comes just before the storm.
Not silence, but a kind of awareness.
The sea tuning itself. The sky holding its breath.
In the quiet before chaos,
we do not run.
We look up.
And we see it.
The beauty because of the storm,
not in spite of it.
That is what it means to be enlightened.
Not untouched by darkness,
but awake in its presence.
