Retreat to Stillness

Sometimes I can’t (do not want to) keep up,

So I just take a step back.

With a vision cradled by my soul, I see it all, I see it all –

I see the willow’s weeping branches,

I smell the tortured mirth, I still find solace-

For it offers a sanctuary of stillness

The world blurs, and I am it’s sole observer,

Life rushes by, yet I am still, yearning for incessant stillness

I hear the birds singing secrets to the wind,

I hear the leaves whisper ancient tales of loss and win

I close my eyes, attuning to the symphony

Not the cacophony of chaos, but the quiet notes slipping away to form blessed harmony…

Sometimes I can’t (do not want to) keep up

So I just take a step back

And in that step, I find the universe

Not in the rush, but in the stillness.

But I will be ready soon, that soon will come soon enough!

And when I’m ready, I shall step back into the current;

Not as a warrior, but as a dancer.

I shall sway with the water, knowing that retreat is not defeat

I shall Believe in the stillness for it blurs bits of sorrow

I shall Believe in its essence for it will make me ready for a good morrow.