Standing

-I have found that it is ok to stand motionless without a word to disperse into the troubling cold wind. That even when the wind is calm and words are still frozen, that you will be fine. Every moment does not require the noise of a voice, but rather the stillness of thought. When words repeat themselves, perhaps it is these that need be expelled into some fantastic rant. And when you talk, sometimes it’s simply what you think, not what you add or that it adds to conversation. Those moments are special.
You can dance to any song, and to any song you can dance slowly. It’s not the instruction of the song but the instruction of the soul. It’s the silence that allows us to hear those soft whispers within. They’re there.
When you walk, there needn’t always be a destination, but a purpose, walking. It’s not what you ignore on the way to your destination, but what you discover in the tangents of your journey. It’s not about closing your eyes and sleeping, but dreaming. Not about seeing the picture and the distinction of the shapes but the picture as a whole.
Standing in stillness is not a bad thing.