musings · Poetry

Stop

Spinning plates and juggling acts,
no time for reflection or wonder;
suddenly crashing to a halt.
Mind still racing, endless motion,
stillness, an awkward acquaintance.
Time to rediscover beauty and creation.
Time for slow and time to listen.
Time to be.

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