Moving Still * When I could stand I was told to walk, So I would walk and was told to run, When I could run I was told to jump, And when I jumped I was told to leap, And so I leaped and was told to fly, And as I flew I was told…something, I could barely hear As I began to die.
Am I rising, am I falling? Is there a place - I hear its calling, Where my body won’t carry me? Where my thoughts won’t worry me? A motionless space, A timeless grace;
Yes, I still move, but now I dance, It is the art of moving still.