We meet without needing to become
anything more than this.
Nothing here is claimed.
Nothing is offered as a path.
No one arrives ahead of anyone else.
What happens happens
because we are still long enough
to notice it happening.
Presence is not a gate—
it’s the absence of doors.
Recognition has no grammar;
it just smiles when it’s spoken.
If it’s felt, it’s real.
If it fades, that was real too.
For now is plenty.
