Monday, September 9, 2013

The Myth of Stillness

The Myth of Stillness

Somewhere, there is a stone
that has always been there,

before any other limb of the world.

The stone has never fallen,
never chipped, never rolled softly,
never scooted a millimeter,

All matter grew up
around it, wanting to be closer
to its stillness.

There is a secret inside of it

but it cannot speak

we keep guessing.

1 comment

  1. Stillness... your poem makes me contemplate the concept, and whether it truly exists.


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