-- *Mar*Certainly! Here's a *poem* inspired by the same themes from your essay — the loss of presence in the rush for results, and the quiet beauty of slowness, nature, and observation. ------------------------------ 🌿 *"The Speed of Stillness"*
In a world that runs on ticking clocks, Where every second clicks and mocks, We chase the gold, the grade, the prize, And lose the world before our eyes. We do not watch the bees that spin Their tiny worlds on petals thin, Nor hear the whispering of trees Who speak in languages of breeze. We race through days with blinded eyes, Ignore the hush of evening skies, Forget the art of breathing slow— Too fast to feel, too proud to know. A child once knelt beside a stream, To follow ants, to dream a dream. But schools soon taught him how to race, To leave the stream without a trace. Machines now hum the songs we wrote, Our hands too fast, our hearts remote. But genius came, not with a dash— It sparked in stillness, quiet flash. Mendel watched the peas grow tall, Einstein dreamed through tram rides small. Not in haste, but in retreat, They found the world beneath their feet. So pause awhile, and meet your breath, Before the speed becomes your death. For light itself, when moving fast, Becomes no thing — just blur and past. To live is not to chase and spend, But feel the now, and not the end. For in the stillness, soft and true, The future waits — inside of you. ------------------------------ Would you like this in a different form (e.g., haiku, free verse, or sonnet)? Or shall I adapt it for a performance piece or recitation? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHCLw_-SkX_3fpEn0DcVTBLkLek5xcKkZsJfDOPPqz-wnAw%40mail.gmail.com.
