Photo by Joseph A. Cohen
Tasting stillness and knowing that it was medicine.
sea bird calls, waves shushing across sand,
the almost audible sparks of light dancing
on water. Even in the deepest stillness,
the heart beats, blood whooshes through the ears,
joints click as the limbs make small movements.
their stillness a way of being, of interacting
with the world. Like a gyroscope balanced
an angel dancing on the head of a pin.
of balance, that which is out of sorts sorting
itself out? When one tastes stillness, like warm
sweet milk settling the stomach, all that has
been troubling, disturbing, all that has made
one feel sick gently dissipates, and all
that’s left is being.