how i long to be quiet
to step away from the noise
from the constant conversation of who’s doing what,
of who’s going where
and what are we to do next.
it’s a continuous movement,
endless seeking for an end not in sight.
i would much rather a few minutes of solitude in an empty room
than hours in paradise with constant talking.
the stillness is the journey,
the path towards something rich and infinite.
never did i think this would satisfy such longing,
but the quiet,
the slowness of breath
and opening of the hands,
is my greatest joy.