Her feet can only bear the load for so long
before she enters into a state of desperation, of needing
Why can't she seek the quiet?
What about her wild
refuses to glide slowly as the sun and moon take turns playing
peek-a-boo through her eyes?
Can she feel that Stillness longs to be in her presence?
Oh, she knows. She believes Time wants her to have nothing to do with Stillness, like a jealous partner in this life.
Yet, they swirl together, creating patterns that smell of tranquility + awareness, like lavender.
It's up to her to meet them there.
Make time for stillness today, this evening, in the early morning or when the moon comes out to play.