A vortex of thoughts, without sound, agitated the mind, a silent whirl. Every path closed off, a dark throne for meaning yet unreached in the world.
Then, a flash, a clear fissure, a taut thread that breaks the labyrinth. The solution, pure and not bitter, bursts forth sharp, banishing all doubt.
And remains a crisp frost, an acute silence, where anxiety dissolves, scattered form. A dense absence, the knot undone, the mind, quiet, in its expanse.