nothing at all

the quiet one

still

present

invisible

attracts like nothing else

everywhere holding space

if you happen to glance at her

time stands still

motion stops

this absence of sound

rest

opens

in

you

the children turn their eyes,

feel the quiet,

settle down

the way

is

quiet

maybe it isn't what you do in this world,

but what you don't

maybe it isn't what you say in this world,

but what you don't

maybe it isn't how you act,

but how you don't

maybe it isn't how you look,

but how you don't

maybe it isn't what you remember,

but how much you forget

maybe it isn't how long you've been doing it,

but how there is no time left,

not one more moment...

maybe it's not about how much you've learned and practiced and educated yourself,

but realizing you know nothing at all...

nothing

at

all

quiet