In
Quiet remains forced and yielded
A "let's pretend" of a once coveted and
Necessary piece of love, life and
Survival
We (the we we created) encompasses and stands
Politely and insistently tugging around the edges
Reminding the in, the out and the all around
That survival exists on a scale
I'll balance,
Throwing the counter upwards and down
Deciding how much of this space says "me"
And where my feet can fit
Because we can enliven quiet
Vary it, carry it and unmask it for its truth
Give and take and remind that fluidity labels
Real and Quiet and Here
Many ways to say "that's what's in".
Inside.
Rain Storm Orchestra by Adie
Lightening claps like cymbals
Thunder beats like drums
Rain twinkles like chimes
Wind whistles piccolos and wind strums like violins
I crash my fingers on my keyboard
..............for I am playing with the Orchestra of the Storm!
