Thursday, March 1, 2012


There is treasure in the quiet
Pillowy breaths mimic sounds of the ocean
The stillness of mind a treasured trove 
The universe within
Holding the galaxies 
The answers in the ether.
Lest we forget during our movements and all of our outward calling. 
This is a dance. 
It does not stop. 
Not even, when we relinquish our lead.