When the Universe Speaks Softly

Today, while you were waiting for words,

The universe sent you a message—

Not through a voice,

But through a bloom.

A flower turned its face to the sun just for you.

The wind carried the scent of something divine.

A leaf danced your name across the morning light.

But you missed it.

You were waiting for answers in noise,

For signs in screens,

For wisdom in words.

The truth is—Spirit rarely shouts.

It reveals itself in stillness.

In petals. In pauses. In presence.

Next time, when silence surrounds you,

Don’t fill it. Feel it.

The universe may be speaking again.

— With quiet joy,
Manu 

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