In the stillness…
…Where birdsong finds it hard to interrupt;
In the stillness…
…Before the crazy commuter rush;
In the stillness…
…Between the ghosts of night and wraiths of day;
In the stillness…
…A second, a breath, before we wake…
Then…
Then…
…We know;
Then…
…We are sure;
Before the noise of life once more
Assails our minds with its uncertainty.
In the stillness…
…We are free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So hard to find that stillness these days... chuck