In moments like these
My time stands still
Past and future is gone
My ego submits to my will
The warm breeze on my skin
The damp clouds in the sky
The silence hanging in the air
The city immeasurably shy
Like the calm upon a lake
Before the sky breaks
A thickness and an ease
That Earth gracefully makes
My heart is suspended
Neither heavy nor light
Gravity gives way
Inertia’s lost flight
Embraced in a vacuum
And suspended in space
I imagine that death
Is as soft as this place
As readily quiet
as it is reflective
As much full of solace
As it is selective
And even as often
As I reach for this feeling
Mother Nature seems to reserve it
for when I’m in deep need of healing.
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