Pauses and simplicity

Coffee cools in the clay mug The time outside feels like a boat that won't depart I watch the dust dancing in a sunbeam So small, so vast, in no rush to be I loosen the knots of my tie and of the day Leave the watch on the table, forgotten in a corner Life doesn’t ask permission, it just invites us Life doesn’t ask permission, it just invites us To sit on the step and see the world as it is The rain beats on the tin roof with an ancient rhythm Tracing paths that wash all anxiety away Who said that profit is the only shelter And the top of the building is our only truth? Slippers shuffle across the living room With no destination in mind Silence is now a home where I can dwell The weight I carried was left behind On the way back, so we can finally breathe And it’s in the curve of a smile that stillness flows In the hand that strokes the cat’s fur in the sun There's no need to seek answers far away Happiness is the glow of a sheet folded with love In a room at peace Life is what’s left when we want nothing more A book lies open on a page I don’t read Twilight paints the ceiling in saffron hues I loosen my belt, I lose my fear Of being a passenger of my own imagination No targets to hit, no podiums of glass Just short breaths that slowly turn deep With every passing minute, I feel more alive Casting aside the noise of the world And it’s in the curve of a smile that stillness hides From the love that strokes the cat’s fur in the sun It’s not a destination, a place, or answers far away Happiness is the glow of a single soul Resting with care in a peaceful arc Life is what remains when we want Nothing more You'll know no more