Slow down and be Patience,
In your yawnings and hungers
time unravels like a silken thread,
unhurried, weaving moments
into a tapestry of breath and stillness.
Birds lift their voices,
singing not for urgency,
but for the joy of being,
each note a reminder
that life unfolds in layers,
like petals in the warmth of spring.
The world spins, yet here we stand,
grounded in the soft earth,
where the whispers of the wind
carry tales of patience,
and the sun is a gentle man
Gently coming across the horizon,
With his slow dance of light.
We wander through fields of possibility,
where dreams are not deadlines,
and the sky, vast and blue,
invites us to linger,
to savor the sweetness of each moment,
like honey dripped from a comb.
There's beauty in the pause,
in the space between heartbeats,
where the soul finds its rhythm,
and the heart learns to breathe,
to expand in the quiet,
to unfurl like a flower,
not for the rush of bloom,
but for the grace of becoming.
So let the clock tick softly,
let the seasons flow like rivers,
for in this life,
there's no rush,
only the timeless dance
of being,
of becoming,
of simply,
living.
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