Afterwards, the silence is deafening. The stillness hurts me.
He kisses my forehead and rolls over to the other side of the bed.
I am cold. I can feel the imprint of his lips still lingering on my skin.
Snow is falling outside the window.
His breath turns steady as he drifts off to sleep.
I watch the snow until my eyelids feel heavy.
Even then, I lay awake.
The stillness of night time made her wrap herself deeper into the ever-growing hole inside of her. There, it was safe and warm, but it was also where monsters hid in not dark corners, but in corners exposed to light.
The lake has a stillness about it tonight. Usually Susan was aware of a breeze or even violent gusts of wind when standing by the lake, but tonight the water and the air were still. Peaceful, she too is peaceful.
Complete being in its place for long enough that it reaches perfection in its context and surroundings. A breath, muscles reach a point between momentum like a leaf caught for a moment on a electricity wire.
When I see the stillness sitting around me, i inhale. then exhale to feel the vibes of breathing throughout the room. the silence brings breathing to the front of the senses, making the body aware of it’s natural actions.
it is stiil and very still forever and still in a word. yes it is. very still. standing still. ness. princess of stillness. aloha stillness. what a long word it is. compound word, at that. Very two words put together. how wonderful.
There were some moments when she managed to remove herself from the weight of it all. Down in the valley, amidst the crackle of the eucalypts she would lie with her face to the sun, the shadows of the leaves dancing on her face, and she would lose herself in the stillness.
No such thing, the wind, the turning world, the movement of the stars, and yet how we long for it and almost find it, lying entwined on a hot summer afternoon, our desire spent, and how we need it, our heads spinning with words and images
The air was still not a movement was made we all gave one another a stony silence and stared. We were in a picture a captured moment. Meant to be shared but never looked at gathering dust waiting freedom.
Silence whips through her hair, stings her eyes, chills her core. It deafens her. She grasps her head between her hands and screams until stillness comes to save her.
I went for a walk in a place so imaginary that the world in other places seemed so dreary in comparison. It was where the calming stillness of the riverbed contrasted the echoes of the birds above. Each life form giving off tendrils of energy that formed a morass of beauty.
how can I abide the stillness when it is not in concert with the trees? how can I be still in this dim, stale apartment full of things in want of a home? how can I move from here when I cannot breathe? (I must remember: “do not take counsel of your fears.”)
silence broke out, in the midst of a calm cool night, the war has ended nothing but the crisp cool air flowing down the backs of each man’s shirt a short celebration. A win in the heart of a true kindred spirit. He won her heart, and the heart of her family.
as i sit here motionless watching the way the trees grown up from the grass the idea of stillness grasps my attention with the idea that although my footsteps have echoed on many parts of the earth’s surface, these majestic trees remember the secret of peace which is to stay still and sway in the wind the wind doesn’t blow down the trees but promises the kiss of movement as long as the trees promise to the earth to tickle its dirt with scraggly roots leaves rustling in the sunshine soaking
Stillness. What a precious gift that very few of us are given in this fast paced, hectic life. Just letting the world stop and your breathe become shallow and short. Ceasing to think… being still.
I love stillness in the morning, especially when I am preparing for controlled chaos. It becomes evident that you can hear yourself, feel everything and become certain about nothing. I have never felt complete stillness, perhaps it does not exist.
The moment before the pen hits her page running is filled only with breath and slight trembles. This, she hopes, is what inspiration feels like. There’s no need for introspection or the little cycles of anxiety, only a calm, completely-out-of-control ———.
The calmness of the ocean made me realise the stillness of the air. The cold crisp breath of night at the shore line walking with the man you thought would love forever, only to to find out…
Expecting my birthday routine of smiling faces, hot coffee and breakfast, I was greeted instead by a stillness that spoke volumes that Christmas morning. Pa’s gone, Mama said.
Quiet. Everywhere. The air, the dirt, the water in his body, the marrow in his bones. All silent. Still. It was freaky. He dared not move a muscle for fear of breaking the spell. How long had he been still? Forever. Only a second. Three minutes, maybe. An eternity, tops.
it is quiet here tonight. I can think about the leaves not moving, the trees not swaying, the wind not blowing. My breath is hot in the still air. My chest is barely moving. Time to go.
Stillness in the evening when you look into the darkness and all you can hear is the sound inside your head. That white noise that lets you know you are in absolute quiet.
I was sitting by the window, watching the cars go by. Out in the street, I could see the people and the vehicles moving, but inside there was nothing but stillness. Sadness invaded my fragile body, how much longer would this pain remain in me?
As I was lost, looking into the mist of the snowy mountains i pondered to myself the meaning of it all. the cars, the people, the stillness of it all attacked me like the great white and i was lost in its infinite wisdom. its wisdom of silence its wisdom of stillness.
In chaos, there can be a stillness of merciless, unrelenting sound and images. Focusing past the noise, we can feel the calmness within the daily life of us. Find it, wherever it may lie.
She could only hear her pulse beating in the stillness that enveloped her surroundings. A tear streamed down her parched, wounded face as the world around her lulled and blurred into darkness. Slowly, she felt herself drifting down to the ground. She had collapsed unconscious, her head hitting the ground first causing a river of blood to seep down her paled face.
I thought the stillness in my life would never go away. But one day, it completely changed when i was going to the hospital to get my regular check-ups.
She stood there amidst the snow, breathless, with ruby cheeks and silver hair. Such stillness, almost like a statue, but breathing, her full lips melting the snow in a heartwarming way; like you see in the Norman Rockwell paintings. She just stood there, and her standing there made the snow just a touch more beautiful then it already was. Norman Rockwell should get inspiration from her, this angel of the snow.
She sat still, her back straight, arms limp in her lap. There was no purpose to movement. There was no calling. She was to sit thus for she had no reason to do otherwise. What was the matter with all these others that they hurried and bustled and jerked and twitched? Did they not know that there was no cause to do so? There was no cause to do anything at all.
What can I compare to the calm that I feel when all the world comes to a spinning stop, and I am safe within your arms? Lately I’ve felt lost in the blur of three jobs, long hours, the craziness of life – but when you hold me, when you look into my eyes and brush the hair away from my face…perfect stillness.
The wind hadn’t picked up for hours, leaving the woods in a suspended state. The lake remained untouched, not a ripple forming against the glass-like surface. Such an eerie stillness was overwhelming.
Peace.
The peace of the dead.
Trees overtake the skyscrapers, and steel structures crumble to the ground in the aftermath.
Slowly, animals begin to re-enter what was once a bustling city.
And slowly, quietly, humans retake what was once their secular mecca.
“What is darkness?” I am asked. There is only one answer. When light leaves all trace, and night takes over the earth, all is still. Darkness is beautiful.
the shadow, a spider magnified
through slits in drapes
Came to rest on her shoulder
Licking along the blade
Leaving ink spill to drain
Down the imprint of her spine
A line of oil making sense
The air chilled my bones, and the trees stood at attention like a row of soldiers. Nothing stirred, nothing made a sound. I was completely alone in this forest, like I had been all my life. But now was the time for change. I saw the figure appear on the horizon, and I knew the day had come.
Afterwards, the silence is deafening. The stillness hurts me.
He kisses my forehead and rolls over to the other side of the bed.
I am cold. I can feel the imprint of his lips still lingering on my skin.
Snow is falling outside the window.
His breath turns steady as he drifts off to sleep.
I watch the snow until my eyelids feel heavy.
Even then, I lay awake.
The stillness of night time made her wrap herself deeper into the ever-growing hole inside of her. There, it was safe and warm, but it was also where monsters hid in not dark corners, but in corners exposed to light.
The lake has a stillness about it tonight. Usually Susan was aware of a breeze or even violent gusts of wind when standing by the lake, but tonight the water and the air were still. Peaceful, she too is peaceful.
In the stillness he breathes, sweat matting his brow.
He does not know how long it’s been, lying here, waiting for someone to come. He’s been beaten and broken, left alone in the dark.
In the quiet, he wonders if he’ll ever escape.
In the stillness, he hopes.
Complete being in its place for long enough that it reaches perfection in its context and surroundings. A breath, muscles reach a point between momentum like a leaf caught for a moment on a electricity wire.
When I see the stillness sitting around me, i inhale. then exhale to feel the vibes of breathing throughout the room. the silence brings breathing to the front of the senses, making the body aware of it’s natural actions.
it is stiil and very still forever and still in a word. yes it is. very still. standing still. ness. princess of stillness. aloha stillness. what a long word it is. compound word, at that. Very two words put together. how wonderful.
There were some moments when she managed to remove herself from the weight of it all. Down in the valley, amidst the crackle of the eucalypts she would lie with her face to the sun, the shadows of the leaves dancing on her face, and she would lose herself in the stillness.
No such thing, the wind, the turning world, the movement of the stars, and yet how we long for it and almost find it, lying entwined on a hot summer afternoon, our desire spent, and how we need it, our heads spinning with words and images
The air was still not a movement was made we all gave one another a stony silence and stared. We were in a picture a captured moment. Meant to be shared but never looked at gathering dust waiting freedom.
i wish i could be still
and sit like a rooted tree
or a centuries-old boulder
or a water-carved canyon
to let the river rush by
and simply be.
Silence whips through her hair, stings her eyes, chills her core. It deafens her. She grasps her head between her hands and screams until stillness comes to save her.
I went for a walk in a place so imaginary that the world in other places seemed so dreary in comparison. It was where the calming stillness of the riverbed contrasted the echoes of the birds above. Each life form giving off tendrils of energy that formed a morass of beauty.
how can I abide the stillness when it is not in concert with the trees? how can I be still in this dim, stale apartment full of things in want of a home? how can I move from here when I cannot breathe? (I must remember: “do not take counsel of your fears.”)
silence broke out, in the midst of a calm cool night, the war has ended nothing but the crisp cool air flowing down the backs of each man’s shirt a short celebration. A win in the heart of a true kindred spirit. He won her heart, and the heart of her family.
as i sit here motionless watching the way the trees grown up from the grass the idea of stillness grasps my attention with the idea that although my footsteps have echoed on many parts of the earth’s surface, these majestic trees remember the secret of peace which is to stay still and sway in the wind the wind doesn’t blow down the trees but promises the kiss of movement as long as the trees promise to the earth to tickle its dirt with scraggly roots leaves rustling in the sunshine soaking
Stillness. What a precious gift that very few of us are given in this fast paced, hectic life. Just letting the world stop and your breathe become shallow and short. Ceasing to think… being still.
I love stillness in the morning, especially when I am preparing for controlled chaos. It becomes evident that you can hear yourself, feel everything and become certain about nothing. I have never felt complete stillness, perhaps it does not exist.
there is a stillness inside of me. It fills me soul but it creates a resonance as loud as it is quiet. It is a monster. It hibernates,
The moment before the pen hits her page running is filled only with breath and slight trembles. This, she hopes, is what inspiration feels like. There’s no need for introspection or the little cycles of anxiety, only a calm, completely-out-of-control ———.
The calmness of the ocean made me realise the stillness of the air. The cold crisp breath of night at the shore line walking with the man you thought would love forever, only to to find out…
Expecting my birthday routine of smiling faces, hot coffee and breakfast, I was greeted instead by a stillness that spoke volumes that Christmas morning. Pa’s gone, Mama said.
As he wondered into the wide blue lake in the dark of night, all his thoughts went only in one direction: her
Quiet. Everywhere. The air, the dirt, the water in his body, the marrow in his bones. All silent. Still. It was freaky. He dared not move a muscle for fear of breaking the spell. How long had he been still? Forever. Only a second. Three minutes, maybe. An eternity, tops.
it is quiet here tonight. I can think about the leaves not moving, the trees not swaying, the wind not blowing. My breath is hot in the still air. My chest is barely moving. Time to go.
Stillness in the evening when you look into the darkness and all you can hear is the sound inside your head. That white noise that lets you know you are in absolute quiet.
I was sitting by the window, watching the cars go by. Out in the street, I could see the people and the vehicles moving, but inside there was nothing but stillness. Sadness invaded my fragile body, how much longer would this pain remain in me?
As I was lost, looking into the mist of the snowy mountains i pondered to myself the meaning of it all. the cars, the people, the stillness of it all attacked me like the great white and i was lost in its infinite wisdom. its wisdom of silence its wisdom of stillness.
In chaos, there can be a stillness of merciless, unrelenting sound and images. Focusing past the noise, we can feel the calmness within the daily life of us. Find it, wherever it may lie.
stillness is awesome and i like to be still.
She could only hear her pulse beating in the stillness that enveloped her surroundings. A tear streamed down her parched, wounded face as the world around her lulled and blurred into darkness. Slowly, she felt herself drifting down to the ground. She had collapsed unconscious, her head hitting the ground first causing a river of blood to seep down her paled face.
I thought the stillness in my life would never go away. But one day, it completely changed when i was going to the hospital to get my regular check-ups.
She stood there amidst the snow, breathless, with ruby cheeks and silver hair. Such stillness, almost like a statue, but breathing, her full lips melting the snow in a heartwarming way; like you see in the Norman Rockwell paintings. She just stood there, and her standing there made the snow just a touch more beautiful then it already was. Norman Rockwell should get inspiration from her, this angel of the snow.
She sat still, her back straight, arms limp in her lap. There was no purpose to movement. There was no calling. She was to sit thus for she had no reason to do otherwise. What was the matter with all these others that they hurried and bustled and jerked and twitched? Did they not know that there was no cause to do so? There was no cause to do anything at all.
What can I compare to the calm that I feel when all the world comes to a spinning stop, and I am safe within your arms? Lately I’ve felt lost in the blur of three jobs, long hours, the craziness of life – but when you hold me, when you look into my eyes and brush the hair away from my face…perfect stillness.
The wind hadn’t picked up for hours, leaving the woods in a suspended state. The lake remained untouched, not a ripple forming against the glass-like surface. Such an eerie stillness was overwhelming.
Peace.
The peace of the dead.
Trees overtake the skyscrapers, and steel structures crumble to the ground in the aftermath.
Slowly, animals begin to re-enter what was once a bustling city.
And slowly, quietly, humans retake what was once their secular mecca.
“What is darkness?” I am asked. There is only one answer. When light leaves all trace, and night takes over the earth, all is still. Darkness is beautiful.
the shadow, a spider magnified
through slits in drapes
Came to rest on her shoulder
Licking along the blade
Leaving ink spill to drain
Down the imprint of her spine
A line of oil making sense
The air chilled my bones, and the trees stood at attention like a row of soldiers. Nothing stirred, nothing made a sound. I was completely alone in this forest, like I had been all my life. But now was the time for change. I saw the figure appear on the horizon, and I knew the day had come.