Be Still

I want to see the deepest traits
in your stare
Place your book down
Silence the music
Bury insistent work
Subdue arts colors
Rest God’s words
Close the family album
Blow out all star lights
Wash perfume’s illusion
Move not one muscle to touch
Let mystery show itself
Beyond conscious means
shapeless..unveiled

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Keith Wilson

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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It’s a big deal to be little.

Darlene_Jones
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Wow! I had to read this 3xs. Intense ,powerfull to say the least. Going to read it again . You’re gifted Keith.

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