Can you really achieve quiet?
(Is it something to be ‘achieved’?)
Nothing in your vicinity moving too harshly,
abrading your delicate sensibilities,
enough to make your eyes squint
and your mind wishing that it didn’t.
Then there is the matter of movement inside yourself.
What if a yearning in your heart
is lit with dissatisfaction?
What do you do?
Do you caress its sulking face
with a gentle stroke
telling it you did the best you could?
Do you give it a cold bath of time
and swaddle it in warmth of dreams and sleep?
Is it quiet now?
All the existence is forever stranded at the edge of Present.
Nowhere else to be.
You focus.
Just then you hear the sobs of that yearning
you thought you had lulled to rest.