Zen is the pause between breaths, the quiet in the midst of motion. It’s the soft hush of dawn and the warmth of sunlight on your skin. The way a single ripple fades into still water. It’s the weight of your head sinking into warm grass, eyes closed, as the world stops, if so only for a moment.
As a child, Zen found you without effort. The lingering heat of sun-warmed rocks after a swim, and the drowsy hum of an endless afternoon. The way time stretched and softened. Stillness wasn’t something to chase — it simply existed.
Zen was never lost, only forgotten. It’s in the air filling your lungs, and in the silence between movements. It’s in the spaces of nothingness. Although it’s not about letting go — it’s about moving with ease, flowing in harmony with life. To find peace within the little things
