Small Stirrings
“Shhhhh…” said my spirit to my body,
Telling it to quiet my restless mind
Fists pumped up, raging against the sky
Burning my days on both ends,
I laughed, believing I was invincible.
“Shhhhh….” it said again.
It began to hide in my life’s smallness,
Waking me in the morning,
A sleepy softness,
Quiet sips of my morning coffee while
Watching light stream in through window cracks.
It crept up on me during hot, steamy showers
In the droplets that ran down my neck,
Bidding me to pay attention to
Lovely little creases and dimples
And scars that have begun to fade.
I began to take the stillness inside myself.
Instead of rushing, I began relishing
The first spoonful of hot autumn soup,
The lovely whisper of a turning page,
The calming sound of my own heart beating
and the music of my steady breathing.
My movements carry a greater weight now,
For they carry measured purpose
My words are thought-out before they are spoken,
Free from the carelessness of lies.
My eyelids fall naturally at night, free of worry
and my dreams are bright and filled with songs.
“Shhhh…” it said,
so I bid myself “Be Still”
Aware of each breath, each word, and each step
Perhaps I shall not have any regrets
Because I no longer leave any of my days unlived.
This is exactly who I want to be,
Where I want to be, and How I want to be.
Life can come and find me here.