Standing still is a motion

We move

hoping to not stand still.

Afraid that life will stop

if we stop

We encounter great things

and fear that these things

are not great enough

We see the sun disappear behind the horizon

scared that it will not rise again

And then…

What if there is no and then

Where do we walk with all this fear

What is it that our hearts want to share

What is our purpose

In a dark alley we look for light

In closeness we pick a fight

Why are we so disconnected and far apart

Why do we try to move out of our own hearts

I’m sitting here in a city without trees

Trying to find some rooting

Thinking about the things that can make life more real

But in a moment of stillness

I see and understand

That were we live is just a place

it’s just a land

What we dream about is in our heads

What we think we should achieve

is just something we are fed

But what our hearts echoes and shouts

are words that cannot be shaped by a mouth.

I am full of gratitude and truth

I am blind

And I can see

That what is important

Lives in you and in me.