It Is Not What It Seems


A still image on the surface
Like nothing happens
and all is hopelessly the same

But underneath
It moves and whirls,
heats and waves,
streams, vibrates
What cannot be seen
though can be felt

Under Winter’s death
Spring grows, tingles
And brings the earth in motion

Silence that asks for patience,
that asks for trust



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