where is the space
for the quite one,
is there still love
for those at the edges -
any warmth -
must every moment
be filled with action and sound,
could there be another way;
if I need space -
need room of my own -
to let my mind
trace a path through its thoughts
am I an outlier;
am I wrong
if these quiet moments
feed my soul;
stopping to listen
you can hear
the heartbeat of the earth,
just ask those
silent upon the fringe
Tag: silence
Stillness
stillness,
our greatest challenge:
to stop ourselves,
allowing calm silence
to wash our souls;
we don't know how to stop,
we fear falling behind
if we give up the breakneck pace,
though this continuous racing
threatens to send us spiraling
to our own destruction;
we hunger for stillness -
it frightens us -
we're desperate for silence -
it shakes our nerve -
we think life has taught us
if we are not moving,
we're falling behind;
we don't understand:
this constant movement
is just a spinning of wheels,
getting us nowhere
Missed Silences
why do we run
from life's empty moments -
those rare instances
when the hectic noise of living
goes silent -
why do we find
no satisfaction there,
alone with our thoughts;
we are afraid
to let our minds wander free,
tripping over the realities
of the truths
and new ideas
that enter the void;
instead we fill these silences
with screens,
their overpowering array
of images and ideas
empty calories
that exhaust our minds;
in this artificial noise
we lose a great opportunity
to nurture ourselves
to soothe our souls