Stillness Flows Eternally
The immediacy is so here
That I can never know it
It is so itself
That any I can only be at a distance
Yet since there is only itself
All little pieces of an I or a you
Are only small reflections of the stillness
Seemingly lost and found in time and space
Yet the stillness
Untouched and unmoved
Remains mysterious to a me
And the me seems to get closer to it in time
And the closer it gets, the more it dissolves it’s form
And as it dissolves from being an object
It becomes fullness itself
The potential to appear as anything
Suddenly stillness reflects as this fullness
Which has no borders
No limits
And stillness flows eternally
The immediacy is so here
That I can never know it
It is so itself
That any I can only be at a distance
Yet since there is only itself
All little pieces of an I or a you
Are only small reflections of the stillness
Seemingly lost and found in time and space
Yet the stillness
Untouched and unmoved
Remains mysterious to a me
And the me seems to get closer to it in time
And the closer it gets, the more it dissolves it’s form
And as it dissolves from being an object
It becomes fullness itself
The potential to appear as anything
Suddenly stillness reflects as this fullness
Which has no borders
No limits
And stillness flows eternally