Quiescence

Stillness above all else
Tranquillity
Butterflies flutter by
Progressively

Circuitous motion
Bustle unreal
The lavender sends out its
Oils and we feel

As if we meander
With little to do
Flourish and twirl
And look into the blue

Formless we tangle
In congruity
Blessed that the light
Forms the world thats we see

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