Infinity

In the stillness, as mist lingers like breath between worlds,
a slender branch rises from the water, cradling a bird woven from light and shifting color.
The air is hushed, soft as memory, thin as a whispered prayer.

Time seems to dissolve in this delicate moment, where sky and water mirror one another.
And in that fragile balance, something reveals itself not as thought, but as pure presence.
In that quiet, I felt it: Infinity.

“Infinity reveals itself in stillness, when light rests on water, and the soul remembers its place in the whole.” – Marinka