Soft hush settles over trembling
Breath becomes a holy thread
Thoughts like sparrows land and vanish
Peace takes crown on quiet head
Silence gathers subtle answers
Truth appears in simple air
World outside forgets its shouting
Soul recalls its native prayer
Empty cup receives the universe
Winter seed becomes a throne
Stillness is not lack of motion;
Stillness is returning home
Sit inside the hush unhurried
Listen past the world’s demand
Emptiness births jeweled clarity
Quiet is the promised land