Solitude (from decked and dancing)

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Still Life

Come to this life as in a dream,

a sense of floating

as if your presence grows

inside a room. A life

with no appointments, no demands

no calls. Nothing has to be done.


Come to solitude,

resonating silence.

Time is nothing more

than two hands on a clock.


Two hands, many chambers

leading to the other spaces in your mind

where doors open. Come

to stillness, music in the highest

branches of trees.


Time embraces you

with space for everything

or nothing to be.

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