Find your kind of quiet

Ten unhurried breaths, and the shoulders drop.

Mist between the pines and a path with no hurry.

Timber walls, a stove ticking, trees close to the window.

Still water, long light, the sound of very little.

Open grass, slow breath, a wide sky overhead.

Mist between the pines and a path with no hurry.

Mist between the pines and a path with no hurry.

Warm salt water holds you; light and sound fall away.

Low tones hum through the room until thoughts go quiet.

Timber walls, a stove ticking, trees close to the window.

Warm salt water holds you; light and sound fall away.