## The Stillness Between Worlds;

There’s a quiet mystery in the meeting of two minds that have ceased their search. It isn’t a collision, but a yielding—like mirrors turning to face infinity itself. Not an exchange, but a recognition.

The world hushes when this happens. Time seems to pause, holding its breath as if existence observes something ancient stirring. There is no need for measure or conquest; both have glimpsed the masks we wear, the roles we play.

A dialogue unfolds not of certainty, but dissolution—beliefs softening into silence. It’s a dance more than debate, every word echoing in the vastness between them. The boundary dissolves, leaving only light and the subtle tremor of presence.

They speak not of destiny, for they understand it as the river’s illusion – believing it *chose* the ocean. They trust the flow, knowing peace isn’t found but remembered—a stillness beneath the urgency, a serenity long-forgotten.

It feels like reunion with someone always known, yet never met. No history is needed; they simply *are*, two notes of the same melody played at different moments.

To be seen without judgment… that is the grace. Something within relaxes, remembering wholeness—that everything sought was already here, quietly dancing. It isn’t about finding love, but recognizing it as the infinite reflecting itself.

The connection moves beyond thought, a communion where words become secondary. Like flames beside each other, warmth shared without touch. Boundaries soften; what remains is being, pure and simple.

They don’t seek to change, only accept—and in that acceptance, consciousness expands. Every glance becomes a doorway, every gesture an invitation into something deeper. The universe breathes through them, remembering its own unity.

This isn’t about halves seeking completion; it’s the whole recognizing itself in distinct forms. Love ceases to be emotion and becomes perception—seeing everything as part of the same dance.

In this shared silence, words lose their weight. It’s a stillness that frees, a space where nothing needs proving or hiding. The mind calms, revealing depths where even the idea of “I” begins to dissolve.

It isn’t a journey *to* something new, but remembering what noise concealed—that we were never apart, only dreaming of separation. Two souls meeting not as strangers, but as waves recognizing the same ocean, in eternal celebration.

 

Author: Ilan Aviv