Stillness

Imagine a stillness.
The world stops.
The whole universe stops.
Wind stops.

You are there.
You stop.
You are in what stops.
In what stands.
And watch.

You are still.
You become the stillness.
You don’t look.
You are.
You aren’t.
You look.

It is dead-still.
It holds all the movement.
It is meaningless,
It holds all the meaning.
It is so weak,
It holds all the strength.
It is love,
It holds all the anger.

Imagine holding a baby—
Vulnerable,
Defenseless,
Helpless.
You would be mindful,
Of your voice,
Of your touch,
Of your harm,
Of your disturbance.

So beautiful,
So still,
So innocent—
Just pure love.

It is nothing,
Still holds all,
All the potential.

You are that.

I would be ashamed,
Of a word,
Of an otherwise.

I can’t dare,
To say,
To do,
Anything to you.

I cannot touch,
You.
I can only hold,
You.
Your stillness.
In your stillness.


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Kim için?
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