To be still

I watch the rushing waterfall

Racing down the mountain

I gaze upon the dancing waves

As if a massive fountain

I marvel at the dancing flames

Wondering where is their beat

I feel the rush of the winds

Running on invisible feet

In their rushing movement

I see a steady anchor

In their frenzied dancing

I realize a calm center

I wonder then for myself

As I catch a hazy reflection

To be still and yet be moving

Would be my perfection

Just as there is a valley

Between each mountain peak

What if the silence that eludes me

Lies in the words I speak