Still
So this is fast becoming my favorite word these days
Stillness. Spinning into stillness
Oceans of life raging stormy problems
In to disturb the rhythm of stillness of my heartbeat.
I just did a good deed.
Relinquished my left ventricle to pump love into other beings
And somehow this made my body ache.
A yearning for more good. More love.
So I’m still nowhere near reaching the highest bar of goodness
Call me average.
Stillness
The adjective that expresses my yearning of human achievement
I’m not there yet.. that pinnacle
And somehow, instead of striving
I’m still.
Not at peace…
Numbing stillness…
Observing the air go in and out my nostrils
Watching my body respond in chest upheavals
Yet I’m still…
I’m living…
Still.
Tell me why?
~ sheyla
p.s. this is one of those pieces that has no structure or pattern.. just an honest description of a phase. If you’ve ever felt like that. Don’t give up. You’re still alive so there’s a million chances to BECOME. This too will pass. Sheyla ❤️
