Stillness (Poem)

 Stillness is not the absence of motion-
it is the moment the world remembers itself.
A breath held by the trees,
a pause in the river's long sentence,
a hush that settles like soft light on the skin.
It is the space where your thoughts
stop trying to outrun your heart,
and the two finally sit together
like old friends on a fallen log,
saying nothing, needing nothing.

Stillness is the forest's oldest wisdom:
that you do not strive 
to be worthy of your own quiet.
You can simply be-
a pulse, a presence,
a small flame that doesn't flicker
even when the wind leans close.

And in that gentle pause,
the world opens it's palms to you-
not asking, not demanding,
only offering a place to rest
until you remember
that peace was never far,
only waiting for you to stop
and listen.