Be StillA Poem by Y. CountsWe believe we are only these bodies. But they bleed or are already broken.
We need the bad news to realize that we were safe once.
Is it too much to ask to Be Here Now? A simple task that gets flooded with many thoughts.
Can it really be that easy? Everything has been stripped away that once held our attention. Now we stand simple on the earth, just wind and rain to disturb us in our soft sleep, and shining leaves to distract our eyes from the setting sun. Will I fall through so many cracks, or can I learn to be still? The stillness seeps in from every corner and sets up home all around me. Can I let it touch me, or will I fill this air with the sounds of nothing, so as not to hear the song of silence?
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Added on March 18, 2008 Last Updated on June 19, 2008 AuthorY. CountsCAAboutMy Writing: I am not a writer by education or by discipline. My poems are like dreams that become complete when given words. From the place beyond words they grow fingers and ask to be born. They tin.. more..Writing
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