Stillness, Mike Daniels

Unforgiven, 54X108, John Brosio


I pursue the art of stillness,
the eye a litany of movement
to match the rise and fall of chest.

Thoughts pile up, waiting
for activation, a word, a phrase
that fall into oblivion
as I cast my ego into
the candle’s flame.

Imagine a feather sliding down the wind,
a slow wave soothing a wet beach,
the faint blue spiral of incense smoke,
the sounds of her sleeping.

A pulse at my forehead
and the pause is closed –
life moves on again.

Mike Daniels

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