Caia Halmas Jun 12
If I keep still
For much longer
I'll disappear

I won't vanish into thin air
Like a blow of a cigarette
Or a cry of dispair

I'll stay,
Pinned to this bed
A petrified marionette
No longer attached to the strings of this net

So you ask,
What trick do you play
To fool your own self
To step out on this day
As lonely and grey
As it might come your way
Or as you may portray?

A touch of oneself.
"A sheepish remedy!",
You might complain.
"You should feel shame!"

What can I say...
At least,
It gets the heart pumping
As I go out lumping
To tick the boxes on this never ending list
Hoping to find unexpected bliss
Ram B Jun 5
With closed eyes.
I am Peace.
Then my world is.

In stillness,
my world is perfect.
It is.
Krishnapriya May 16
The best version
Of this moment
happens when we
accept this moment
Just as it is

The smiles and tears
Anger and fears
Arrive and display
The palette of life
We watch and let go
Let the moment be
As still and as best
As only it knows
To be

We remain observers
In the silent stillness
Of love

Watching and accepting
Responding if need be
From love, for love

Come relax and enjoy
Moment by moment
The best version of life
In the silent sweetness of love.
And there I rejoice
In the depth of the well.
Realizing the way things are.
Are not exactly what they appear.
It takes courage plummeting after the first step.
Content in a excitement disguised as fear.
This was love, one splash at a time.
Then silence.
The center of all knowing.
To think is to create a problem when none exists.
Thus we overcome in stillness.
Satisfied with quenched thirst.
The water rises.
Overcoming fear.
To become selfish means to over indulge.
Desiring more than what the mouth will hold.
I rejoice knowing the center of your heart.
Without expectation of leaving again
Katie Apr 26
the stillness of the window

the leaves twinkling in the sunlight

the silence of the scene

the rumble of the washing machine
There is such peace in nature.

The absence of filling time
with words, emotions and opinions.

Just. Being. Still.

When I close my mouth and open my heart
to her fierce stillness,
I find a part of myself
so grounded and complete.

Just. As. I. Am.

FOMO has been driving
this bus for too long now.

I think I’ll turn the keys over
to SLO-MO for a while
Poetic T Mar 26
Tranquillity, the sea
                     I drown within.

Though no waves,
                I'm immersed

Stillness withdraws,
melanie Mar 14
Where the silence falls, glass shatters & the truth spills out
like water

I find that I can't stand the quiet of stillness
It brings back the haunted memories
That I have been running from for years

So while I am scared of silence,
Of groaning doors & floors,
My mind screams hate filled words
That break me...

I yearn for peace
Imagine if our thinking
were a kind of thanking:
I don’t know what I’d do
with much of mine.

I spend most my seconds
comparing firsts and seconds,
thirsting after the forbidden,
and generally pining through the day
to tear out every last fast greying hair.

Stillness only arrives unbidden.
I’m becoming convinced
that hidden in each moment
there's a fount of joy as a boy I drank from.

Beauty, grace, call it what you like:
words, hymns, depictions of God’s face
are only pointers towards the light,
like the nightingale’s beak under the moon.

I’m still learning not to speak too soon.
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