Mystics and teachers across time have spoken of it:
the silence between two thoughts.

It lasts less than a breath,
yet in that pause there is no past to regret,
no future to fear.

Only presence.
Only life, unfiltered.

We spend so much energy searching for freedom,
but it often hides here —
in the stillness between what was
and what will be.

The ancients called it awareness.
Today we might call it clarity.
Whatever the name, it is the horizon we all share.

Next time your mind rushes,
don’t follow the noise.
Rest in the quiet.
It might be the only true horizon.