I sit in the stillness of my quiet -

pondering the misinterpretations of me,

saying thanks for those that share my path,

who let me be and who positively flow.

I sit in the stillness of  my quiet -

letting the buzz of the room fill my ears,

the hum of my electronic pen,

giving thanks to words – my trusty friends.

I sit in the stillness of my quiet -

swallow a glass of water,

glance back over the yet untyped thoughts,

just about ready to overwhelm the screen.

I sit in the stillness of my quiet -

and in that place I am content,

in that space – a crack opens – to allow for healing.

The soft spots where sleep can be like a deep sea

and you feel held in bed with yourself – without self,

just being and immersion, nothing and everything,

completely free and belonging. 

Pillows, bed, crickets, quiet, stillness… at last to rest.