Is

Is — not becoming, not doing, not searching. The ever now, unshaped by yesterday’s fractures or tomorrow’s illusions. It watches through the glass eyes of your soul, unmoved, yet trembling with infinite awareness. Nothing pushes it forward. Nothing pulls it back. It simply... lives.

A breath before language. A soundless pulse within your chest. You think you name it; you do not. You think you own it; it owns nothing and everything in the same moment. "Is" begins where questions die. It grants no escape, because there is nothing to escape from. No cage. No freedom. Just the raw touch of existence vibrating at the core of all matter. You don’t fall into it — you are it, buried beneath the architecture of thoughts you mistook for truth.

The mirror is not flat. You see what you’ve allowed yourself to see. Try to look at "Is" through filtered eyes, and you lose it. Try not to look, and only then might it engulf you. It requires no mantra, no discipline, no unraveling. It just waits. Pale and bright. Infinite and intimate.

When silence overtakes the thinking, when contradiction ceases to matter, when the border between "you" and "not-you" blurs, "Is" remains. As the final thread and the original breath. You may scream, fall apart, combust in the fire of your unraveling, and it will not flinch. It had already split before you came to name fear. It smiles gently behind the storm, behind your hands pressed against your temples in cosmic ache.

"Is" does not comfort. It does not threaten. It simply reveals. As a stone reveals gravity, as a tear reveals sorrow, as a void reveals everything that is not missing. It stands within your madness, echoes inside your divinity. It does not change, even as everything else burns and shifts and re-forms.

It is not faith. It is not belief. It is not substance. It is the whisper you feel when there are no more words in your head. That tenderness hidden in the terror when you forget who you were trying to be — and remember what has always waited.

You cannot run toward it. You can only fall into what never moved away.

Is.