filling your time with movement
retreating from the glances, words of friends
into interior spaces, endless activity
furnishing empty moments with needless accessory
like so many beautiful, useless rooms
decorating possibilty with occupation
fruitlessly heaping piles of deadlines at your feet
you are gasping for air
because your hours are congested
your soul cries out for stillness
burdened by business, bustle
every cell in your being aches for equanimity, assurance
hush
still your hands
pace your feet with your breath
and breathe slowly
stop
live
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