Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Like Starry Blossoms On A New Firmament in July” (posted by Sanaa)
“Stillness. There are so many ways to describe it. Something that stretches itself to the most distant mountain-top, where footsteps crunch in the snow or a phenomenon that can match blackness under the blindfold. But Neruda in his poem had a completely different and unique perspective:” I Like For You To Be Still
Imagine my stillness
as a blue glass lake–
clear, serene, peaceful–
where thoughts uninterrupted
float on empty space.
And if you were beside me
at my lake of serenity,
sitting quietly as a gray stone,
would my stillness be compromised
if you were lost in your own reverie.