Stillness at the center
of all things
A few quiet lines then
in the absence of engines
To lose yourself
in the currents and colors of living
Watching the air
stream through the leaves
Mind calm, heart open,
a placid being
In the noise and chaos
of a moneyed world
Lifted by the wind
in a moment's peace
Assigning a number
to the summers remaining
When you can face it
for it adds to the value of now
Sitting in stillness,
the center holds.
