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The light was already waiting.

It touched the Buddha’s chest without revealing him. A gesture without insistence. A kind of reverence.

The serpent’s hood rose above like a curved breath—its silence shaped in sandstone, its stillness more vivid than the air. No birds moved. No shadows slipped.

In that unmoving, something opened. Not toward understanding, but toward presence.

I framed the image slowly. The exposure long. As if light itself had to remember what it was becoming. I did not adjust—I yielded.

Later, in the studio, I shaped the image by hand, letting shadow do what it knows best: speak without sound.

The film held the silence. The hand-toning returned its warmth.

The Buddha never moved. But I did. A little closer to what light remembers.

The poem followed. Not like a caption. But like a prayer:


The stone does not forget.
It softens.
It deepens.
It cradles what was once light
and gives it back as presence.

What coils above is not defence—
but grace in spiral form,
shelter made visible.

And the Buddha?
He listens still,
not for sound,
but for what comes after it.

He does not open his eyes.
The world has already entered.


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