Daily life

can be so tiring 

You never have the chance 

to think

 

People dictate 

your every move

Technology dictates 

your every word 

 

So now 

more than ever

We have to 

stop

 

We have to stop

and breathe 

Because when will

we get another chance? 

 

There is

a certain calm 

That comes 

with breathing 

 

A soft blanket 

covering your body 

Or a breeze in your hair 

rippling the pond

 

It is peace 

pure and unadulterated 

That comes with stopping 

and thinking 

 

To be intentional 

is to be at peace 

To be untethered from the noise 

is to be calm.