The world spins fast, a frantic, urgent hum,
Where worries gather, till the senses numb.
A tightening knot, a whisper in the ear,
Each racing thought, a rising tide of fear.
The mind a stage, where hurried actors tread,
Unrest unfurling, silently ahead.
But then, a pause, a breath deliberately deep,
A silent promise, secrets it will keep.
A conscious choice to turn the inner gaze,
Away from clamor, through the mental maze.
To seek the stillness, where the currents cease,
And find the pathway to a gentle peace.
The frantic drumbeat softens, note by note,
As anchors drop, and restless spirits float.
The tangled threads begin to yield and ease,
Like wind-swept branches yielding to the breeze.
Feel tension slacken, muscles gently yield,
A quiet strength, now cautiously revealed.
The noise recedes, a distant, fading sound,
As solid quiet settles all around.
A spacious calm, where thoughts can softly land,
A peaceful harbor, built on shifting sand.
The hurried pulse, now steady, soft, and low,
A gentle current, where fresh waters flow.
Here in this hush, clarity takes hold,
A fragile quiet, worth more than fine gold.
The weighty cloak lifts, burdens gently cease,
In the sweet solitude of inner peace.
The art of slowing, letting worries fade,
A tranquil haven, purposefully made.
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