poem silence

A Place of Stillness

Picture by Aleksei Bakulin

Elusive.

My stillness and peace have been elusive.

Perhaps it is because I am looking out from myself.

Seeking something “out there” that simply is not.

 

Turning inward, I find Love.

She has been here all along, patiently waiting for my return.

Which I gladly do in this moment…and in the next.

 

My place of stillness, always.

You are here.

You are now.

 

No searching. No weariness. No fatigue. No sadness. No frustration.

The face of beauty we all reflect.

Call it what you will, I’m not interested in semantics.

I am interested in healing. I am interested in leaving something better than it was found.

 

I hope you understand dear reader.

It’s not about race or gender or creed.

I am looking for something beyond.

Something that has always been.

Something that will carry me through this blockage of fear.

 

For that’s what it is.

Fear of the other.

 

Like Love can be limited.

 

This I reject.

 

The space of stillness is within us all.

Simply look in the mirror and you will see it.

There within us, all along.

 

Call to Action:  Where is your place of stillness? Find it, cherish it, and go there whenever you need comfort.