Passing Calm
A wave of calm passes over me
In this stillness, I have no expectations of myself
or of the world.
I am small
and just a passing visitor
on this planet
Tomorrow may bring me back
to a state of feeling discontent
and rivalry with the world
But at this time, I am in peace
and nothing can disturb me.
The Quakers talk of this silence
this hum of space
And give abstract names to it
But it doesn't need one
It is only worth enjoying
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