hands sliding
sounds gliding
minds swirling
in this dance
of stillnes

gaps filled
with
longing
arising
dwelling

One day the moon will stop.
    Settling it's last motion unto eternal stillnes;
   And the ground will quake, craters will rattle

And we'll lift like lanterns, light as lit matchsticks
  As we rise to the final night sky.
   Joining the ranks of stars forever stillborn.

The oceans will quiver along one last circlet
  In ode to their past life and the lives they lived through,
   And we will look down at our old skin...

         Never feeling ready enough to properly reincarnate;

All of us change. Time is not moving but we are, measuring this stillnes within our petty clocks only helps us count our days until that final second strikes. I prefer to remain firm but humble passing away into this silent space. Revolving and rotating, Changing my seasons, Witnessing Death & Sadness, Feeling Happiness & Love. Living this single second of the infinite time which engulfs us, I keep breathing.