Still, it Shakes

This world, so big, my eyes reveal,

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.  

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