the vastness I surround.
The stillness shakes my soul to feel.
The stillness shakes, the vast is found.
Still…vastness needs a lot of time,
in which it has been still.
Still I’m shaking, more time I pine;
for stillness, not my own decline!
But that same vastness is achieved,
when seeing wonder in the vast.
Still…shaking I am not aggrieved,
for shaking lives and stillness lasts.