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“There is a silence more sacred than stillness: the one that listens back.”

The path through Banteay Srei was still wet from the night’s rain.  Leaves shimmered in their stillness.  Not a sound stirred—not even birdsong.  The temple breathed with memory, and I followed its breath.

It was not light that first drew me to her, but presence.  She stood at the heart of the sanctuary, her form emerging from the stone like something long remembered.  One hand raised in quiet offering, the other by her side, she appeared neither goddess nor dancer, but something more elemental: an expression of balance, of grace held just before release.

The hamsas beneath her feet, those sacred swans, were carved as if waiting to carry her onward.  And yet she remained—anchored and weightless.  I could not tell if she leaned out from the wall or into it.

For a long time, I didn’t raise the camera.  The light was still blue and directionless, pooled in crevices and folded robes.  I simply stood, letting the silence gather around us.

Only when the faintest glint touched the curve of her brow did I begin to compose.  The shutter fell like breath exhaled.  In the stillness afterwards, I understood: the image had already formed—it was my listening that had arrived late.

 

vine-shadowed dawn hush
a single braid catching light
stone remembers breath


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