The world is loud, a rushing stream,
Of things to do, a constant dream.
But quiet waits, a hidden place,
To find your calm, to find your grace.
Not in the striving, fast and bright,
But in the stillness, comes the light.
A pause, a breath, a moment slow,
To let the busy spirit go.
The mind can rest, the heart can mend,
When noise outside begins to end.
A walk in woods, a river's sound,
Peace on quiet, fertile ground.
Your inner voice, so soft and small,
Can guide you best, beyond the wall
Of should and must, and chasing more,
To find the path your soul's in store.
Unplug, unwind, just simply be,
And listen to what sets you free.
Remember who you used to be,
Before the world changed your decree.
No race to run, no need to fight,
Just stillness holds your truest light.
In quiet spaces, you will see,
The peace you sought, was meant to be.
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