In The Stillness Poem by Michael William

In the silence there is
No matter
Or consequence. In the silence
There is no wpeaker, no word.

There is no breath, just the pause
Between inhale and exhale
The mountain and rivers of molecules
And waves
In the stillness

And in every direction no duration
In evry duration no direction
Just the stillness
Neither inside or out
Just what it is nothing and being
And still

The tiny hunter
Holding the entire moon
In the reflection of eye