Miles of stillness

miles of stillness

here i sit in a sort of quiet stillness

Miles is caressing

tickling my consciousness

intriguing me to listen

The soothing notes of contemplative softness

releases my pensiveness

and i sigh

there are no whys anymore

pulling at me

prodding and poking me

to engage,

i am just being

the flow

the darkness i embrace . . .

embraces me

in it’s unknowing

but yet to be discovered wonder . . .

i do no longer stumble

for i am in quiet stillness

listening

to the heart beat within me

keeping pace

in a place

called “MY Space”

i hear

i watch

my breath

coming . . . . going

sowing light,

the light of peace without cease

connecting to my greater self

found in things . . .

all of them

i can not hear

but i can see the noise of thought

vying for my attention

i smile at her incessant beckoning

seeking her own reckoning

in the dance of subterfuge

again i smile

and i recline

to the midst of these lines

i lay down

for Miles’ horn owns me now

and i am drifting in “A” minor

as a major “Unmovement”

in stillness

Miles of stillness

ADDENDUM

the cessation of my desires

has released my peace

i smile

yet again

for i am no longer a captive

i watch my driving wants

being driven away

along the dry River Bed

in my

Miles of stillness

i languidly lay here, prone

with no agendas

but that of my pen

and the untethered expressions evoked

and this place of revokedness

is no longer on the map

of my now boundary-less self

yes

in and with my

Miles of stillness

there no “BE” longing

or longing

no right

 or wronging to be done

in this non place

that requires no definitive description

of being

of . . .

Mile of stillness

(c) 20 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.