Be still and know that I am God, is the first that comes to my mind. An image of Elijah clinging to a mountain forms, while a storm, a fire, and ton of other things that are not the Lord rage around him, but a stillness that he feels is in fact God. This page just reset itself, so I guess I’ll keep going. What do others feel in stillness? Sometimes I just like to sit in it myself. My granny, whose blind and lives alone, hates it because it’s all she ever gets.
The stillness of the air was smothering. He wanted to yell, to scream, to break the icy silence that had fallen between them. Around them, everyone went on with their lives, unaware of the heartbreak, the tragedy in their midst.
We didn’t really know what we were doing but the summer of hill sitting, pavement chatting and metaphorical map drawing had become the influence behind such dangerous momentum. I was shooting for a chaotic happiness that I thought could be mine, but you rebelled with frightened stillness. I didn’t know that at the time. If I’d have realised, I don’t think I would’ve understood anyway. Not you, or I. I would’ve deceived myself and carried it onward, because back then I didn’t have many words. I still don’t have them for outside of me. It was a stupid pressure but it was a crazy time. I’d stopped fighting. Eleven years and not written, though the cypher will never leave.
The word stood still for one second. A second that lasted for hours. Shock I think they call it. All I know is that I died inside. I died the second I knew you were dead. So I was still. And you were still. Stillness
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..dont
dont move
dont move a
dont move a single
dont move a single muscle
stay
stay sill
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
quit my mind for the moment of stillness, calm my spirit for the moment with the universe. It is all good, the stillness and just the moment with me and GOD.
Stillness can be peacefull as when you are out on the river alone surrounded by placid reflections of the heavens, or it can be earthshatteringing such as a conversation for which your mind draws a blank for words. I strive for stillness of mind, when I can find the words to express what I feel and think. I will find it if it kills me.
a deer moves slowly, ever so slowly and when she thinks she’s safe wham! out of knowhere comes the tigeress, when has she been? the forest, why was she not seen? because she is still, no-one can be as still as her, the huntress of the woods, she owns this, she lives for this and that is that.
It reminds me of the night. its 1 30 am right now and all i experience is stillness, other than the sound of me typing these words. Stillness can be stimulating, invigorating and sometimes depressing. Its a sign of all activity coming to a standstill. A call to mankind to slow down. breathe. And live.
A drop of sweat rolled down his the side of his face. He ignored the sensation as his eye stayed steady in the scope, waiting for the first glimpse of his target. The glass doors of the office building opened, a figure stepped out into the sun light. A stillness fell over the roof as the sniper let out a breath and squeezed the trigger.
She was only a girl, with no one to help her keep her head up. If only he hadn’t passed away so soon. The look he had in his hospital bed. The gurgling of his life ending; it was torture to her. Then his eyes went dark. No life portrayed them.
these people are all still. they aren’t literally still, but unactive. constantly bored. maybe smoking cigarettes. stillness. boredom. we need excitement. everyone does. but where is it ?
I used to think of nature as stillness. It was so peaceful, how could it be anything but still? But then I opened my eyes. And my ears, and my soul. Nature is life–the wind, the water, the creatures–everything is alive, and everything moves.
At last. Light off. No sounds. No sound at all. She jumps up and runs up to their bedroom. Runs in and lyes he head on her little ones chests. Bump, bump, bump.
When she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was the complete and utter silence. She had never met with such stillness and quiet before. It was as if all the life had been drained from the room, perhaps it had slipped out under the minuscule crack under the door.
Stillness is lovely. So peaceful and calm. Outward stillness is wonderful, but inward stillness is something far more difficult to achieve. But when it’s reached, I’ve never felt such peace.
I need it, crave and am feeding my addiction to it. But sometimes, it’s suffocating to sit in pure stillness. It becomes stifling and deadening on the inside. Even though I need it, I need it to just be. To just simply exist and be nothing else.
I don’t usually like stillness, it bores me most of the time accept for when it is needed. Only then can it be calming. But most of the time i find energy and pace is far more interesting, at least for me. I can respect stillness though, some people who are slow and thoughtful are the most interesting in the word and part of me wishes i could be like them… and take my time in life. But that isn’t me.
The very stillness of the snowfall in winter is almost breathtaking. Brings silent tears to my eyes, as I watch in amazement at what nature gives, a natural meditation state.
stillness adds clarity to the ever changing cycles of life, silence adds definition to music. the absence of love makes for the need, nothing balances something.
apples devin statues are amazingly still. benches chairs coffee cups pigs elephants clowns. i wish i could be still like a vamp
bella and edward<3 pictures mr neeli's hait
the stillness that brings the closest thing to absolute silence I’ve ever heard…
that’s the stillness I was striving for in that moment.
I wanted to feel that silence once again.
I wanted to feel a stillness so deep that it reached my soul.
I wanted to hear a silence that reached my thoughts, if only for a minute.
I needed that.
I needed some kind of peace.
I can never quite grasp it-
and it’s ironic, this word, I’m always reaching for it, always trying harder, always stretching, just a bit further, just a bit more, to achieve-
That’s not how it works, is it? Have I got it all wrong again?
I sit in the quiet the calm of my mind. That anxiousness felt when blankets of cold cover every sound. Making even the slightest move seems to disturb the stillness that is balancing out the world. Be still and watch, wait for a disturbance devoid of blame. Wait for someone to make those decisions and take the battle scars. Then stand back grasping at the lime light as the stories of their hardest times are told. You despair in the dullness that your life has produced. Stand back and be still wallflower you asked for this silent pain. Priding in an ability to remain unharmed as a by stander. Cackle at those fortunate enough to take that daring leap into wary oceans. They cringe at a past that is too dark to tell the tale. You live pristine in a hall of emptiness. I give my congratulations at such perfection only on the condition of feeling so desperately sorry. Everyone finds a way to stomp on somebody else. A pristine princess scoffs at the beaten down risk taker. The wild child laughs at the bore that is perfection. Energy expended to balance the beam of falsifying happiness.
the dead are very still they don’t move they just lie there in there pale state! when im thinking i stay as still as possible and just focus on something in the distance! it makes things allot easier when people are trying to make you smile and laugh..but well when you see somebody so still all you want to do is make them smile!
Unlike most people from my generation – the baby boomers – I don’t like having music playing in my home all day. I still remember the best times from when I was 3 and 4 years old, those wonderful times when I was alone in the house with my mom; the sun was shining outside, and the whole neighborhood was quiet. It was wonderful.
The glass cover of the pond perfectly reflected the mountains opposite Richard. As a line of ducks waltzed over its surface, he was reminded of the time his father brought him here.
In the stillness of the forest, she knew she wasn’t alone but also knew she had nowhere else to go. Whether the present company was threat or welcome, she refused to move, she wasn’t afraid but she stayed still as the possible creature, person or any form of life form that shared the same capacity as her.
I sit back on my haunches. Aware of a breeze, I close my eyes as the leaves and branches move towards my face. I am closing in on a crow feeding on something left on the lawn. I crouch low and a growl escapes my throat in spite of myself.
The stillness of the morning was a sign to her soul that rest was taking place. She longed to wake up every day embracing this very gift. He heart felt like it was in heaven when she would start her day with the slow, simple small still moments.
The stillness is around me. It surrounds me. In this darkness, I am in my own world, my own state. Meditation is one of my favorite things. In breath. Out breath. Relax. That is me right now writing this. Not meditating, but relaxed.
At first the stillness haunted me.
There was no wind.
The light was gone.
Only darkness surrounded me and everything around me.
The crickets were not chirping.
The birds had nestled in for the evening.
All living things were silent.
After time……
The fear dissipated.
Now….twenty years later,
I crave that very stillness.
The stillness was almost unbearable. Nobody was speaking. Nobody was moving. Not even the wind. It was eerily quiet. and that scared me. The stillness of the night scares me. I shouldn’t be afraid.
The bumblebee hovered above the goon. “Hey there, goon,” she said in a taunting voice. “Why don’t you start a restaurant and call it Goon? Why don’t you take up bowling and write ‘Goon’ on your bowling ball. If you swoon and they write a newspaper article about it, the headline would be ‘Goon Swoons.” The goon was very still.
the clam of the morning – a new morning, the forest at dusk – the kind of stillness that seems to be shouting at you FEEL ME! FEEL ME!!
Be still and know that I am God, is the first that comes to my mind. An image of Elijah clinging to a mountain forms, while a storm, a fire, and ton of other things that are not the Lord rage around him, but a stillness that he feels is in fact God. This page just reset itself, so I guess I’ll keep going. What do others feel in stillness? Sometimes I just like to sit in it myself. My granny, whose blind and lives alone, hates it because it’s all she ever gets.
numb
i watch someone else’s arms hug me, trying to hold me together
im afraid of what i am… who i am
sand
im holding on so tight, it slips away
rose
where are your petals?
earth
its precise rotations leaving me behind in my thoughts
ocean
where is the surface? i think i’ve gone under
faces
travel past me… they have somewhere to be, somewhere they are.
hands
still in this long briefness
drops
running down like rain– it’s like i’ve fallen from the sky
deep
wound in my back
blood
rushing in such complete silence, it’s as if it were unmoving
lonesome
day
night
fog
me.
1…….2……..3……..4
The stillness of the air was smothering. He wanted to yell, to scream, to break the icy silence that had fallen between them. Around them, everyone went on with their lives, unaware of the heartbreak, the tragedy in their midst.
We didn’t really know what we were doing but the summer of hill sitting, pavement chatting and metaphorical map drawing had become the influence behind such dangerous momentum. I was shooting for a chaotic happiness that I thought could be mine, but you rebelled with frightened stillness. I didn’t know that at the time. If I’d have realised, I don’t think I would’ve understood anyway. Not you, or I. I would’ve deceived myself and carried it onward, because back then I didn’t have many words. I still don’t have them for outside of me. It was a stupid pressure but it was a crazy time. I’d stopped fighting. Eleven years and not written, though the cypher will never leave.
The word stood still for one second. A second that lasted for hours. Shock I think they call it. All I know is that I died inside. I died the second I knew you were dead. So I was still. And you were still. Stillness
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..dont
dont move
dont move a
dont move a single
dont move a single muscle
stay
stay sill
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
ff
quit my mind for the moment of stillness, calm my spirit for the moment with the universe. It is all good, the stillness and just the moment with me and GOD.
Stillness can be peacefull as when you are out on the river alone surrounded by placid reflections of the heavens, or it can be earthshatteringing such as a conversation for which your mind draws a blank for words. I strive for stillness of mind, when I can find the words to express what I feel and think. I will find it if it kills me.
a deer moves slowly, ever so slowly and when she thinks she’s safe wham! out of knowhere comes the tigeress, when has she been? the forest, why was she not seen? because she is still, no-one can be as still as her, the huntress of the woods, she owns this, she lives for this and that is that.
It reminds me of the night. its 1 30 am right now and all i experience is stillness, other than the sound of me typing these words. Stillness can be stimulating, invigorating and sometimes depressing. Its a sign of all activity coming to a standstill. A call to mankind to slow down. breathe. And live.
A drop of sweat rolled down his the side of his face. He ignored the sensation as his eye stayed steady in the scope, waiting for the first glimpse of his target. The glass doors of the office building opened, a figure stepped out into the sun light. A stillness fell over the roof as the sniper let out a breath and squeezed the trigger.
She was only a girl, with no one to help her keep her head up. If only he hadn’t passed away so soon. The look he had in his hospital bed. The gurgling of his life ending; it was torture to her. Then his eyes went dark. No life portrayed them.
these people are all still. they aren’t literally still, but unactive. constantly bored. maybe smoking cigarettes. stillness. boredom. we need excitement. everyone does. but where is it ?
I used to think of nature as stillness. It was so peaceful, how could it be anything but still? But then I opened my eyes. And my ears, and my soul. Nature is life–the wind, the water, the creatures–everything is alive, and everything moves.
At last. Light off. No sounds. No sound at all. She jumps up and runs up to their bedroom. Runs in and lyes he head on her little ones chests. Bump, bump, bump.
When she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was the complete and utter silence. She had never met with such stillness and quiet before. It was as if all the life had been drained from the room, perhaps it had slipped out under the minuscule crack under the door.
Stillness is lovely. So peaceful and calm. Outward stillness is wonderful, but inward stillness is something far more difficult to achieve. But when it’s reached, I’ve never felt such peace.
I need it, crave and am feeding my addiction to it. But sometimes, it’s suffocating to sit in pure stillness. It becomes stifling and deadening on the inside. Even though I need it, I need it to just be. To just simply exist and be nothing else.
I don’t usually like stillness, it bores me most of the time accept for when it is needed. Only then can it be calming. But most of the time i find energy and pace is far more interesting, at least for me. I can respect stillness though, some people who are slow and thoughtful are the most interesting in the word and part of me wishes i could be like them… and take my time in life. But that isn’t me.
The very stillness of the snowfall in winter is almost breathtaking. Brings silent tears to my eyes, as I watch in amazement at what nature gives, a natural meditation state.
stillness adds clarity to the ever changing cycles of life, silence adds definition to music. the absence of love makes for the need, nothing balances something.
apples devin statues are amazingly still. benches chairs coffee cups pigs elephants clowns. i wish i could be still like a vamp
bella and edward<3 pictures mr neeli's hait
the stillness that brings the closest thing to absolute silence I’ve ever heard…
that’s the stillness I was striving for in that moment.
I wanted to feel that silence once again.
I wanted to feel a stillness so deep that it reached my soul.
I wanted to hear a silence that reached my thoughts, if only for a minute.
I needed that.
I needed some kind of peace.
I can never quite grasp it-
and it’s ironic, this word, I’m always reaching for it, always trying harder, always stretching, just a bit further, just a bit more, to achieve-
That’s not how it works, is it? Have I got it all wrong again?
I sit in the quiet the calm of my mind. That anxiousness felt when blankets of cold cover every sound. Making even the slightest move seems to disturb the stillness that is balancing out the world. Be still and watch, wait for a disturbance devoid of blame. Wait for someone to make those decisions and take the battle scars. Then stand back grasping at the lime light as the stories of their hardest times are told. You despair in the dullness that your life has produced. Stand back and be still wallflower you asked for this silent pain. Priding in an ability to remain unharmed as a by stander. Cackle at those fortunate enough to take that daring leap into wary oceans. They cringe at a past that is too dark to tell the tale. You live pristine in a hall of emptiness. I give my congratulations at such perfection only on the condition of feeling so desperately sorry. Everyone finds a way to stomp on somebody else. A pristine princess scoffs at the beaten down risk taker. The wild child laughs at the bore that is perfection. Energy expended to balance the beam of falsifying happiness.
the dead are very still they don’t move they just lie there in there pale state! when im thinking i stay as still as possible and just focus on something in the distance! it makes things allot easier when people are trying to make you smile and laugh..but well when you see somebody so still all you want to do is make them smile!
Unlike most people from my generation – the baby boomers – I don’t like having music playing in my home all day. I still remember the best times from when I was 3 and 4 years old, those wonderful times when I was alone in the house with my mom; the sun was shining outside, and the whole neighborhood was quiet. It was wonderful.
The glass cover of the pond perfectly reflected the mountains opposite Richard. As a line of ducks waltzed over its surface, he was reminded of the time his father brought him here.
with the waves thundering, gulls overhead. My hands in the sand and the dunes in the distance – we’re safe!
In the stillness of the forest, she knew she wasn’t alone but also knew she had nowhere else to go. Whether the present company was threat or welcome, she refused to move, she wasn’t afraid but she stayed still as the possible creature, person or any form of life form that shared the same capacity as her.
I sit back on my haunches. Aware of a breeze, I close my eyes as the leaves and branches move towards my face. I am closing in on a crow feeding on something left on the lawn. I crouch low and a growl escapes my throat in spite of myself.
stilte…lawaai! geluidsoverlast! herrie!…en dan weer stilte, de storm is gaan liggen, de gedachten verlopen traag
The stillness of the morning was a sign to her soul that rest was taking place. She longed to wake up every day embracing this very gift. He heart felt like it was in heaven when she would start her day with the slow, simple small still moments.
The stillness is around me. It surrounds me. In this darkness, I am in my own world, my own state. Meditation is one of my favorite things. In breath. Out breath. Relax. That is me right now writing this. Not meditating, but relaxed.
At first the stillness haunted me.
There was no wind.
The light was gone.
Only darkness surrounded me and everything around me.
The crickets were not chirping.
The birds had nestled in for the evening.
All living things were silent.
After time……
The fear dissipated.
Now….twenty years later,
I crave that very stillness.
The stillness was almost unbearable. Nobody was speaking. Nobody was moving. Not even the wind. It was eerily quiet. and that scared me. The stillness of the night scares me. I shouldn’t be afraid.
The bumblebee hovered above the goon. “Hey there, goon,” she said in a taunting voice. “Why don’t you start a restaurant and call it Goon? Why don’t you take up bowling and write ‘Goon’ on your bowling ball. If you swoon and they write a newspaper article about it, the headline would be ‘Goon Swoons.” The goon was very still.