There is a space where thought softens on its own
and stops searching for form,
where the breath slows
and awareness expands without questions,
without the need to understand.
In that space, bridges arise,
not as crossings,
but as a remembrance
that separation never truly existed.
Bridges of consciousness are not built from intention,
but from allowance.
They appear when you stop holding the shores apart,
when you no longer seek an answer,
but remain present
with what is quietly unfolding within.
As you stand in that soft, undefined moment,
consciousness folds into itself, expands,
and recognizes the path through you.
There is no movement,
and yet something shifts.
There is no direction,
and yet you arrive home.
The bridge leads neither forward nor backward.
It happens now,
as a silent current
in which who you were
and who you are
are no longer separate,
but flow into one
calm, awake presence.