The days pass, without a trace of excitement.
You wait for no one anymore.
It’s just the cold winds in winter
Dry leaves scattered on the road.
And each step just like the last one
And the next, as much the same…
What is monotonous?
It’s life if you accept it
What is boring what enchanting?
You look on it, without expectation.
No company to keep you warm on nights
When the cold takes you in its fold…
You ask yourself to be Still
And watch the sunlight wash the path
And no waves rising or dying
In a quiet wishless heart.
No happiness, no sadness, no excitement
Guides your way.
This is Stillness, this is life
Just acceptance all the way.