Stillness calls me
The way a mother calls
Her children to eat
Something substantial
At the end of
A long day of running around,
Playing in the dirt,
Falling flat,
And just being alive.
“Come. Eat.
Fill yourself up.
And live.”
Stillness calls me
The way a mother calls
Her children to eat
Something substantial
At the end of
A long day of running around,
Playing in the dirt,
Falling flat,
And just being alive.
“Come. Eat.
Fill yourself up.
And live.”
Path to Being 