Moonlit Harmony

She sat beneath the crescent moon, bathed in the glow of candlelight, her breath rising and falling in harmony with the universe. Around her, the flowers swayed as if they, too, were listening. The stars above pulsed, ancient and knowing, their light trickling down like whispered secrets.

She reached inward, and in doing so, reached outward her heartbeat an echo of the cosmos, her spirit entwined with the roots, the petals, the night itself.

She was not alone. She never had been. The sky, the earth, the flickering flames they had always been a part of her, just as she was a part of them.