Your stillness is upon me.
How gentle it is.
It doesn’t ask anything.
It holds the beating of my heart
and the air around me.
It holds the story of my life.
So quiet, so clear,
no wonder no one notices.
Your stillness is upon me.
It comes first, gives birth,
like a mother births a child.
Mother light, child light,
the quiet at the heart.
Your stillness is upon me.
You are the I that I am.
How gentle it is.
It doesn’t ask anything.
It holds the beating of my heart
and the air around me.
It holds the story of my life.
So quiet, so clear,
no wonder no one notices.
Your stillness is upon me.
It comes first, gives birth,
like a mother births a child.
Mother light, child light,
the quiet at the heart.
Your stillness is upon me.
You are the I that I am.
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