In between here and there lies a place of quiet
a place of no longer yearning for others’ attention
or affection or respect
It’s a place fully alive to absolutely everything in the universe that exists
to know the mysterious workings of things
It does not love or hate or boast of arrogance
nor bow in humility
to be fully alive and quiet in the now
In the flow of a silent eternal rhythm
not watching
clocks or calendars or seasons changing
The essence of unbottling this quiet
belongs to nothing and everything
but exists on fairy wings, those mythical sprites
that flit in the gloaming of life that possesses
more yesterdays than tomorrows