Drawing within
need not succumb all in shadow,
folding, what’s there,
weaving within one another
and without another.
All is within you
and all that’s within you in all,
it is only acceptance which differs.
Acceptance which comes from yielding, alone,
the stasis you offer yourself, and all.
Do not be afraid of all that’s within,
the dwellers that slowness and silence deliver.
In noise it is easy to drown out their whispers,
yet life without quiet will swallow all whole.
Admit all there is
for life is a flurry
only if stillness is too much to bear.
Notes From Afar 