Be still
Really still, I’m told.
Sit alone
Do nothing
Slip off the engagement ring
of speaking and directing,
Seek a space for listening.
Don’t think of what’s coming,
Plan nothing,
Sit back,
Stop scrolling,
Make no sound,
Forget proposing.
Stay with silence,
Empty as a chilled house
So still I hear my heart beat
Feel air blanket my aging skin
Breathe life’s time in.
In this silence, I know so well,
my senses quiver,
bleed and blend, with
Shouts at blameless walls
Hear the echoes of sobs
welling from within
Mocking my demands for
a magical accounting.
I tremble and crumble
sling words at the page,
Know they fail to touch
the depth of this reckoning.
Forget expectations,
Make no explanations,
Create holy space to dwell
In between past directions
and important questions.
Being still
Really still
In anticipation of some recognition,
A fool’s salvation,
As afternoon sunlight slides
along the floor
Leaving me to wonder
Is there anything more
To search for?
THH
9/9/24
Thoughts Have Hands 