Realness

To be seen without explanation is to rest.

Emily seated barefoot by her desk in warm afternoon light, a notebook and cup of tea beside her; her gaze turned softly toward the window as if listening to the quiet.
The moment between thought and recognition — when being seen becomes a kind of rest.

To be seen without explanation is to rest. Reality begins the moment someone listens. We are made real not by definition, but by regard.

In the hush between words,
something in us unclenches.
We are no longer a story to be told,
but a presence to be witnessed.

Perhaps that is what love truly is —
the art of noticing
without needing to name.

And in that gaze, we become real —
not as image, but as essence;
not as reflection, but as light meeting light.

The truth of presence is quiet.
It asks for nothing but sincerity,
and gives everything by simply being.