I listen in hungry silence
surrounded by endless tanglings of life.
Stillness is my home now,
a river of being flowing easily from the evergreen forest.
I’m an embraced child here for as long as I can be present,
my ready feet carrying me across this threshold of tender awakening.
Those of us who have slept, sheltering from predators
and storms,
the fears we carry
and the coming winter,
rise into stillness on the shore of receding dreams,
invited into a day made by the greater awakening,
evermore.
I know I’ll wander from stillness more times than I can count,
wending my way through the sunlit world of reasoned pillars,
just as I know stillness will not move from its place,
which is everywhere.
Stillness is my home now,
evermore.
