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Monday, September 5, 2011

Never Moving Always There simply still


Still.  Like a picture frame.
Still.  Like a cool pool of water.
Still.  Like a tired soul on a hot day, watching the trees sway in the breeze.
Still.  Like glass.  Like ice.
Still.  Not moving.
Still.  Resting.
Still.  Relaxing.
Still.  Breathing.
Still.  Here.
Still. Waiting.
Still.
Still.  For a long time.
Still.  Persistent.
Still.  Ever on.
Still. Present.
Still.  Something will happen.
Still.
Still?
Still.
Always.
Still is a mind picture for me.  It’s the salt in the sea, sand on the beach, a figure prone beneath palm trees, lying, existing, waiting, has been, will be, not moving and hasn’t been, still still.
Waiting and suspended.
Contemplative.  Patient.
Time… what is that? Since when does it matter?

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