My mind cant comprehend any stillness that is not death.
Death comes too quickly and shows up unexpectedly, like an unwelcome guest.
My thoughts inhabit my mind inhabit my body and take my breath away.
They steal peace and God.
They run together like a wild river, destroying everything in their path.
They wash away truth and bury knowledge in tombs and crevices.
yet they grind down the stones of misunderstanding...and while they destroy me, they also give me life. Irony is noisy, dear one.
There is no stillness here, friend.
There are precious moments, just brief hiccups in time, when I cease to think and I just am. Its then I become one with the concept of mortality. Its then I know God.