When Stillness Gives

When I am still, I am aware of truths unsaid while my mind tries to say them. My mind wrestles with what’s given. Stillness right after motion is the most delicate experience, as inertia dies sweetly, in full acceptance of no more. Then–a pause.

From whence stillness is born, so forth blossoms vacuums, anti-concepts, and singularity.

Then I take a big breath and land back in, alive, ready to die again.