Moble in Solo

The crane stands still by waters of refreshment,at the quiet edge of the shore.Its elegance mirrors itselfin the cool hush of the day.

Unmoved, unhurried,it knows the rhythm of stillness—how to be without striving,how to rest without fear.

One day, I too will rest like that craneupon the bay,and lay my head upon what I have anchoredinto this world.

And in that moment,I will no longer chase the noise—I will not pay the world my attention,but finally belong to peace.