There is stillness immersed in movement.  
Branches that wave in the wind on a rooted tree
Passing clouds over the hushed sky
I search for that stillness inside,
But it seems the closer I look the less I am.
I can't find the permanence in identity
Can't find stability in me.

... when you have to
have a dictionary to
read poetry...

... and you are still
not understanding!

my  life is
not with me,
but always
meant to be
with you......