Behind closed eyelids, a tiny world sings, waiting to be felt. Stillness is a trick the universe plays to remind us we are it. Words can only go so far; then silence has to carry what can’t be spoken. A child gave me a broken marble. It rolled perfectly. Today, try less. Let wonder do the heavy lifting. Nothing is broken— just beautifully not finished yet. I gave the wind my to-do list. It folded it into a bird and flew away laughing. The wind folded it into a bird and flew away laughing ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
