Finding Stillness in Motion

Breathe in,

slow and steady.

The world shifts,

but you remain.

A breeze moves past—

cool against your skin,

soft as the hush before dawn.

Breathe out.

Let the weight of thought dissolve,

like mist rising with the morning light.

Pause.

The ground beneath you holds firm,

yet the air sways,

carrying echoes of movement unseen.

The sky turns,

clouds unfolding in slow rotation,

a dance without urgency.

Breathe in.

The rhythm finds you.

A leaf drifts,

spiraling downward,

never lost,

only flowing.

Rest.

Feel the moment settle.

Even the wind—

even the tide—

knows when to be still.

Breathe out.

Let go.

Let the turning world move through you,

but not take you with it.

You are here.

You remain.