Crowds equate speed with worth
Silence priced as wasted gold
Stillness wears forbidden grace
Stories pause futures hold
Motion hides unfinished fear
Noise protects uncertain minds
Standing still unmasks the storm
Truth prefers unguarded time
Luxury exists in pause
Breath reclaimed from borrowed chase
Presence gathers scattered self
Wholeness finds its native place
Those who wait without escape
Hear the earth revise its tone
Stillness crowns the quiet brave
Motion bows to those alone