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acceptance, awareness, confession, home, life, light, love, meditation, silence, spirit, still, struggle, trust, understanding, void
yesterday I chattered
as silence spilled around –
gave my everything
to make it go –
to ease the ache
of restlessness –
charming as I wrote
of all I sought
and all I claimed
to know
til loosed again
from wanting
– ties that swore to bind
years confessed
a faultless void to fill
my every spare
with something more –
empty with surprise
– content to
make my home
within the still
. . .
tornadoday 
It’s a long, albeit pleasant, task to stay with the still.
Maybe you can write a new classic…..sitting with ourselves on the dock of the bay…. ❤
What a song!
Indeed, dear Stephen ❤ – to sit with the sweet!