Standing Still
Something is standing still
around and in me,
something that is or could be
the world of heaven
or even the end of my will.
For the first time if ever at all
my mind now follows my body asleep
and knows the name of the waters deep
now that all water is still
and seems no more to be water
just as my old will afraid of tears
was not my will- is not my birth.
And i can see the worth
of all things, the size,
the purpose of each star
and humankinds earth
in the skys
and my own will-
a very very useful,
yet useless speck apart
So holy and a far.
I can not tell
what all this is
and what i am-
heartbeat or angel,
life of another or will
of my own.
But I am
no longer lost,
at last standing still
and I have come home.
Joseph Tusiani
Poem and Photo
From the long out of print book
"Poetry In Crystal"
Glass Design By
By Steubens Glass Artist -
George Thompson
When the world moves too fast with fear, uncertianness and pain, we can not adjust back to our serenity and self love. Getting a real hold on the world takes fearless absolute dedication and tools, its the tools that are often hardest to find and use because our culture does not promote them. One of the best tools is wisdom, One of the best concentrations of wisdom we can find is in the book "The Fear of Freedom" by Eric Fromm.