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The Soul in Stillness

She had walked far that day,
not outward, but inward.
No destination. No questions.
Only a subtle ache to be with herself.

The world outside was noisy tasks, messages, expectations.
But within her, a different rhythm whispered.
Not emptiness. Not absence.
But something deeper: a presence quietly waiting beneath all movement.

She found herself drawn to a forest trail she had once loved.
No agenda. Just the rustling of leaves and the hush of her own breath.
A small lake appeared between the trees, still as glass.
She sat by its edge, knees folded, arms soft, mind quiet.

And then it arrived.

A silence.
Not the kind you fill.
The kind that fills you.

It was not passive.
It was alive. Listening.
Like the lake’s surface, it began to reflect something beyond her thoughts.
When the wind stilled, the water mirrored the sky.
She noticed: only when undisturbed does the lake become a canvas for the stars.
So it is with the soul.

She realised how much she had been chasing answers, healing, next steps.
How her mind had been stirred by cravings,
how emotions had pulled her into waves of longing,
how the noise had kept her from hearing… her.

Now, in this stillness, she heard something different.
Not a solution. Not a plan.
Just presence.

She noticed a leaf fall.
A bird call echo in the valley.
The warmth of sunlight resting on her face.
She wasn’t fixing anything.
She was simply being.

Nature wasn’t striving.
The tree wasn’t hurrying to bloom.
The coral beneath the ocean waited in silence.
The mountain didn’t seek admiration.
Everything knew how to rest.

Could she?
Could we?

She closed her eyes.

And in that moment, something returned.
Not a thought
but a quiet knowing.
A meaning that had waited for her to stop chasing it.

Not uninvited.
Just unannounced.
Like a ray of light slipping through a canopy—sudden, honest, whole.

She didn’t need to leave the world.
She only needed to return to her center within it.

The outer world still whirled.
But inside, the sky was calm.
Still. Soft. Singing.

And at last—so was she.

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🌿 If this reflection stirred something in you.

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Yours in Essence
Minal Dalal | Adhyaant | adhyaant.com