a word –
of love or hate or truth or lie
all vivid pictures
memorials in a lifetime
of moments never to be forgotten
snapshots of a single frame in time
just a shutter-length
an eye-lash blink
never to be here again –
yet never to be gone –
always within us
they live forever
we live forward
becoming the collective
of all these moments
as we grow
with each opportunity
we choose to become –
more or less –
we gain courage
we live with integrity
or we remain hidden
afraid to let go of what’s gone.
we make these choices every instant we live –
every moment ours to decide:
or not to be?
yes, Mr. Shakespeare,
that, is still, the question.
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Top photo by Fisherman Dan @ Branford CT
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There was nothing there when I heard a voice.
Haven’t you had a strangeness like this?
I did not respond right away, ignoring it,
and its restlessness increased.
I chucked it off as imagination.
Haven’t you ignored queasy feelings?
Perhaps it was from the empty fields,
but there was stillness in the grass and air.
This uneasiness followed me into the car
and went with me.
When stillness is so quiet, nothing is heard.
There was nothing in my house.
Nothing in the sky. Nothing in the isolated miles.
The voice persisted.
Ever ignore something that refused to be ignored?
It was telling me to enjoy and love.
The message was everywhere it needed to be.
All I had to do was listen—then it was everywhere.
When Stillness Is Heard by Martin Willitts, Jr.