Listening Without Finding
Sometimes what stays with us isn’t what we were listening for. It’s the listening itself.
During meditation, I listened for my inner sound.
Sometimes it felt like a tone.
Sometimes like movement.
Sometimes like nothing I could name.
It changed when I adjusted my posture.
It changed when I breathed differently.
It changed when I started thinking about it.
What stayed consistent wasn’t the sound.
It was the listening.
At one point, I stopped trying to identify it.
I wasn’t searching anymore.
And something softened.
Not into answers.
Into presence.
I noticed that when I stopped trying to find my sound,
I hadn’t stopped listening.