Stillness

The mountain breeze
Sways the leaves
Rustling gently
And one feels this soft movement
Only because of the stillness
Around it.
It is this stillness that breathes
Through the mountains.

A distant bird
Sings to itself
And one hears this song
Only because of the silence
In the deep valley
It is this silence
That defines the sound.

The sliver of ray
Dances through the shadows
Scattering tiny pebbles of light
And one sees this shimmer
Only because of the surrounding space.
This space shifts and grows
Around the beam.

This world moves, breathes, breaks, does, lives, loves
And ends
Because of this vast
Silence, space and stillness.
Through it rises light and colour
Form and fluidity
The depth of darkness and the brilliant blue of the sea.
From it emerges
The contours of imagination
The cycles of life
And the moon and stars
the wide blue of the skies
and that one blinding moment of eternity.