The light does not ask permission
before it shatters the dark.
It arrives,
not with thunder,
But with a hush so complete
that the world forgets silence
was ever empty.

Brilliance is not always loud.
It flickers
in the corner of the eye,
in the pause between breaths,
in the question
no one else thought to ask.

It lives in the moment
a child touches a book
and the stars inside
begin to burn.

It is the clarity after the storm,
the truth that survives
without needing applause
It simply is.
And in being,
It change everything.