---

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.




ekoh
© 2014