In the stillness she is most loud
Singing and dancing in the quietude
Pleased with how it is her best kept secret
Where she keeps all of her whimsy and need
All of her rage and discontent
All of her wisdom and magic
It’s where she gives voice to herself
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She doesn’t bother with those that
Out-loud above everyone else
Those that drown her out
in their righteous verbosity,
wall-flowering her against invisible walls
and into shadow corners
Those big selves all puffed up,
swilling words of lazy drivel
as if they are the elixir
of life.
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In the stillness the best of her resides
in the vast landscape built on dreams and
and possibilities of how imagining everything
can have a place in her everywhere
in the ease of her inner eye
and her vocal heart
always feeling in on the look out
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In the stillness she is most loud
avoiding the surrounding ease of chaos
in the overwhelm and consume of the
bantering and battling with
Ego fervor and fuck you’s
that breed more hallowed emptiness
in the presence of so much abundance.
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She doesn’t bother with the noise anymore
Settled into the oasis of her inner
knowing, calm in the waiting
for her time when stillness and peace
Unity and love, a good earth and water
is what the starving masses hunger for
and the revolution of the heart in it’s
deep wisdom is the loud voice calling
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