Standstill

There must be a place,

Somewhere on our earth

Where time stops existing

And life comes to a standstill,

Yet stagnation is absent,

For in that stillness,

There is silence

A stillness too dynamic

To be motionless

A silence too audible

Not to hear

And in that silence,

There is simplicity,

Simplicity of the placid surface of a lake

On a breezeless day

And the sound of oars

Of a solitary boat sailing across,

That calms the heart

And liberates the mind,

And gushes the waterfall

Of thoughts and ideas.

That is where poetry is born,

Enlightenment attained,

History created.