Carissa Daniel

My Being Craves Stillness, My Being Craves Quietness

My being craves stillness, my being craves quietness. 

It yearns for a space where it can reunite with nature and oneness. 

It screams for the single opportunity to be free of schedules, time and demands.

I hear loudly its thirst to meditate, introspect, contemplate.

My being craves stillness, my being craves quietness.

My being craves stillness, my being craves quietness. 

It longs for the nourishment of aloneness and the freedom of solitude.

It hungers for silence and hush whispers of the heart.

It tells me of its need for ease and flow, rest and reflection.

My being craves stillness, my being craves quietness.

My being craves stillness, my being craves quietness.

I finally succumb, I submit, I surrender, I yield, I trust.

At last, responds my being, at last.

At last you have come home, at last. 

My being is still, my being is quiet.