She has it. stillness, she remembered who she is.

If you don't pay attention to detail, you might miss the gentle stillness of harmony. It's in the music's beat and her vocals. Her composure. It's just the drummer's turn. The strings on the guitar. They all work together, but each must give the other a chance. Allow each melody to shine.

Stillness, where are you? How do I recognize you against the background of my noise?
You call to me, but you are so unfamiliar, untouched, magical, and mystical that I long to be alone with you and feel your embrace.
Teach me, oh wise one, teach me to immerse myself in the present. I want to be soaked into you.

How do I unfold myself, like the flower petals in spring? I want to blossom in your glory, to experience the nothingness in the wholeness and stillness. Are you one with darkness? 
How do I recognize you? For in me you are, yet I search for you without end. I long to embrace the shadows that dance around me, to feel the warmth of your presence illuminating the path ahead. With each step, I hope to discover the beauty within the void and the answers that lie hidden in the silence.

I'm afraid to reveal my vulnerability to you.
I need you to teach me how to surrender to myself so that I can be as free as the wind, rain, and moon. Show me if I'm worthy. I may be scared and shy, but I am ready.

Teach me what it is to be the ocean in a drop
Teach me what it is to dance the wave.

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