DAILY The absolute stillness
Fell from the sky
A silken silence
Parachuting over
Breathless everything
Opening the door
To summer’s truest moment,
Ripe. engorged
At tipping point
Standstill before death.
Because I stopped
She shuddered
Revealing her timeless land,
Wrapping her color
Around my naked eyes,
Scenting my skin in green heat
Nudging my quivering body
To lie invisible,
Open to her embrace.
This reminds me of something somewhere I read….I love it….
I can feel the tipping point….standing tiptoe high upon the sun….feeling the heat….drenched in sweat….knowing at any moment I will tumble over melting into its rays…
xoxo
I was stretching in my office this morning when my boss came by. He said, “Mike what are you doing?” I’m stretching I said, and slowing down, you should be impressed, I said. He put his chin in his hand and and thought for a second, he then muttered, half smiling, “what’s the dollar value of slowing down and stretching?
Mike, tell your boss that the reason you’re the best he’s ever had working for him is that you stretch your brain with your body making more space for genius. It’s the lock-down, boxed in mode that creates more stress, less creativity. And as to speed, tell your boss as he mutters by next time that ‘ramming speed’ produces a short burst, but then it’s over. If you want to cross the ocean, time out, steady as she goes is the only way to arrive intact.
In awe and envy-samantha
Such beautiful words that paint pictures in my mind. Thank you, thank you…