I stand in this breath
as if it were a soft doorway
opening to the wild hush of everything.
The world leans in
holding its cup of warm light
and I drink it slowly.
Time forgets its hurry
and becomes a friendly stray
curling at my feet.
For a moment
there is no before
no after
only this
bright bead on the string of living.
JH
There are moments when the world feels like it has had far too much tea and is humming with nervous energy. Every screen glows like a tiny sun and every notification tugs at your sleeve. That is when the universe itself seems to whisper go outside for a breath and touch something real. Let your toes wander into grass or sand or onto a quiet bit of earth. Feel the steady pulse beneath you. It is ancient and patient and it never rushes you the way your inbox does.
And when you do step away for a little while the strange magic is that everything inside you begins to settle. Thoughts stretch out like sleepy cats and worries shrink to their proper size. A small offline pause becomes its own kind of rebellion a reminder that you are a living creature not a constant broadcast. In a world spinning faster each season there is something brave and bright about choosing stillness. The future will always need dreamers who remember how to breathe.
JH
In quiet fields where soft winds roam, we stand
And feel the breath of those who marched before.
Their names drift through the grass like distant sand
And settle in our hearts forevermore.
We promise them our memory will stay
As still as dawn that trembles into day.
The poppies rise in gentle crimson light,
Their petals catch the turning of the sun.
They glow as if they gathered up the night
Then traded it for hope when morning won.
So when their red blooms stir beneath the sky,
We look, we breathe, we remember why.
JH
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