On the Edge

where is the space
for the quite one,
is there still love
for those at the edges -
any warmth -
must every moment
be filled with action and sound,
could there be another way;

if I need space -
need room of my own -
to let my mind
trace a path through its thoughts
am I an outlier;
am I wrong
if these quiet moments
feed my soul;

stopping to listen
you can hear
the heartbeat of the earth,
just ask those
silent upon the fringe
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Stillness

stillness,
our greatest challenge:
to stop ourselves,
allowing calm silence
to wash our souls;

we don't know how to stop,
we fear falling behind
if we give up the breakneck pace,
though this continuous racing
threatens to send us spiraling
to our own destruction;

we hunger for stillness -
it frightens us -
we're desperate for silence -
it shakes our nerve -
we think life has taught us
if we are not moving,
we're falling behind;

we don't understand:
this constant movement
is just a spinning of wheels,
getting us nowhere
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