Stillness and Motion

In a land cloaked in mystery, where light and shadow dance,

A door and a window found themselves in a conversation, by chance.

The door, with hinges creaky and old,

Spoke first, in a voice both weary and bold.

"Why, oh window, do we stand so still,

When the world outside is such a thrill?

We see the humans rush and run,

Yet here we are, stuck in the sun."

The window, framed with panes of glass,

Gazed outward, letting light amass,

Replied, "Dear door, we are but frames,

For energy, not just for games."

"We channel light, we block the cold,

We're portals, not for tales untold.

But think, dear door, of what we've seen,

The cycles of life, both bright and mean."

The door, considering the window's plight,

Mused on the day, the dark of night,

"We are but energy, you say,

Transformed to be in this mundane way?"

"Yes," said the window, "energy vast,

We give passage, we let light cast.

But in our stillness, there's a grace,

A silent witness to life's race."

"Why can't we move, like wind or fire,

Or water, flowing with desire?"

The door lamented, feeling the bore,

Of standing guard, forevermore.

The window, with a gentle sigh,

"Look at the sky, watch the birds fly,

We are not meant to roam or run,

But to be the threshold for everyone."

"In our stillness, there's a peace,

A chance for moments to increase.

We frame the world, we open views,

We are the pause where life renews."

And then, a thought, a shift, a change,

The door felt gratitude, not strange,

"We give opportunity, a chance,

For humans to dance, to sing, to prance."

"We are the keepers of the now,

The in-between, where life does bow.

We should not wish to be like them,

For in our place, we find our gem."

The window, now with a joyful gleam,

"Indeed, we are not in a dream.

We are the present, ever here,

For all to see, for all to hear."

Thus, the door and window, in their place,

Found joy in their unchanging space.

Grateful for the roles they played,

In the grand tapestry, they were made.

For all is energy, flowing, true,

But in stillness, there's a deeper view.

A gratitude for being, just so,

In the quiet, in the flow.