The center of the periphery

The core is getting crowded. Too many people and too many opinions. I think we can do this. I also think we can do this. Do, do, do…..doing, doing, doing. How much to do? Why should we do it? Does it matter?

The periphery seems silent. It has space. I think it can accommodate lots of people. But then, don’t tell anyone. I want to go away quietly. If too many people get to know about it, the silence will go away to another place.

I am walking towards the periphery. Slowly, one step at a time, the periphery is becoming my core. Walk, walk, walk….one motion, my breath seems to be playing a tune.

My core is in sight. Now I am walking faster. My breathing gains momentum.

I reach the place. Get down on my knees, spread my arms and embrace the silence. It’s beautiful. It’s lonely. It’s scary. And yet, I am home.

Trains of thought...

A ship in the distance. Now i see it, now i don't.
The waves. Their ebb and flow. What's their story?
The sand. I take a fistful and tighten my grip. The harder i try to hold on, the faster it slips away.
The sun beating down on my face. I close my eyes. And open them to see the it disappear behind the clouds.