imagine just passing by like a cloud
imagine just flowing like water
imagine just waving like a leaf
imagine just being, and being free to be
the most beauty sometimes comes from stillness
and even more so from chaos
stillness in the trees, stillness in the sky
chaos in the seas, chaos in the low and in the high
this stillness, this chaos can come from the same energy and is still beautiful, its beautiful because that's what it was meant to be at that very moment
it was meant to be still, because it was still
it was meant to be chaos because it was chaos
it was meant to be bright because it was bright
it was meant to be dark because it was dark
it didn't ask to move the way it dances in the wind
it didn't ask to sound the way it whistles through the clouds
it didn't ask to travel north, east or south
it just lay down and started to be
they don't have a language because they speak in energies
cry in frequencies and laugh so peacefully.
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Ruhani Khadijah
In a small fit of rage i cleansed my whole page, but these are years of poems not just one whole day haha… &in a silly order! but anywaysssss.
you're welcome to stroll through my garden 🌱
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