Photo by: Rebecca Cooper ©Aduro Images
There is a philosophy of progress
Nothing grows in stillness
We must keep moving
Make things happen
Turn the cogs of the wheels of machines
Sweat and toil and churn
To that I say
Go stand in a forest
Let the purposeful stillness
Seep into your bones
Absorb the life in stillness
The progress of rest
For in the silence
There is music
In the stillness
There is growth
The mighty trees are about their business
Without sweat
With effortless greatness
As they forge in the stillness
They sing
They live
They grow
They stand
Carpets of moss
Ferns with their swords
Wild hearted blossoms
They sing
They live
They grow
They stand
The forest and the wilderness know
The stillness of the mystics
Enfolded and captured
They rest unto greatness
In stillness running with rivers of music
In stillness wrought with growth and strength
In stillness bursting with banquets of beauty
©Elisabeth Cooper 2018
