Stillness

Winter gusts cut from 
north lands, snow is
silence—vastness within 
offers refuge.

Singing until nightfall.

Holding to stillness, 
forever invincible. 
Not knowing right or 
wrong, neither judgment 
nor hate.

I simply am. Life is.

To reflect contrarily 
is unwise—raging seas  
cannot alter the journey  
of a gentle stream.

© Rob Taylor, 2021


“Ultimately, we must confront a painful point of clarity. The paradox of our existence is that we struggle in a perpetual conflict that finds us seeking to protect ourselves from each other. But in the process, we do not measurably improve the human (or any other) condition. The absurdity of our existence is that we accept these circumstances as an unalterable aspect of life.”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 30). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.