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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