A Seeming Stillness by David Whyte

 Sparks some inspiration on the day after - Trump v Harris

We love the moment and a seeming stillness the breath and the body of the loved one sleeping, the highest leaves in the silent wood, a great migration in the sky above;

The waters of the earth, the blood in the body, the first, soft, stir in the silence beneath the strident voice, the internal hands of our mind, always searching for touch, thoughts seeking other thoughts, seeking other minds, the great arrival of form through all our hidden themes.

In this breath, in this body, able, just for the moment to give and to take, to ask and to be told, to find and be found, to bless and be blessed, to hold and be held. We are all a sunlit moment come from a long darkness, what moves us always comes from what is hidden, what seems to be said so suddenly as lived in the body for a long, long time period our life like a breath, then, a give and a take, a bridge, a central moment movement, between seeing a separate self and learning to be selfless.

Breathe then, as if breathing for the first time, as if remembering with what difficulty you came into the world, what strength it took to make the first impossible in-breath, into a cry to be heard by the world. Your essence has always been that first vulnerability of being found, of being heard and of being seen, and from the very beginning the one who has always needed, and been given, so much invisible help.

This is how you were when you first came into the world, this is how you are now, all unawares, in your new body and your new life, this is the raw vulnerability of your every day, and this is how you will want to be, and be remembered, when you leave the world.