The Way of Stillness

The Way of Stillness
Where morning hides, and the river knows, no hurry. This shape unfolds in silence into the wind’s shelter. A pause from the noise, when the air holds.
She breathes deeply and embraces stillness.
Exhale from what the wind left behind. 
Still leaves, still thoughts. After the rain, It find needs no translation.
Where it becomes still water. Petals on the wind. Here, in a tranquil place, among quieter things. The way leaves speak, being carried by the breeze between branches. And reclining back with a fresh cup of chamomile tea, sip. And recalling quieter times, of good karma, now fading in the sun, an endless blue, lost in the blue. Becomes stillness in strength that the wind forgets, since all the answers of life’s world. Here, in this present moment, a soft surrender.
That becomes a lantern ember that flows only as fragments of yesterday, to all of life’s cares.
Into the mist of liquid silence for the moment, the time between rest, being here, releases me in motionless silk waves.
Blue lagoon, and sway away now that you're so near yet so far. You are perfect as you are within this boundless love.
Be kind to yourself while out of the spotlight. Those shadow clouds rise and dissolve like the sault of thoughts. In the inner universe, where one's routine remains the process, eyes shut, Soul alive. The way forward is turning. The pages.
Reconnecting and reuniting, here away from everything in a place of composed grace.
Refreshed, where the laws of space take place.
In the dance between soul and heart, hear the sound of melodies. Soft rushing blood flows through your veins as a reminder to breathe.
In this acceptance, there’s a letting go, into the way of stillness.