still
still at the still point in the turning world —TS Eliot a non-place that point of respite yet rest we find beneath the cyclone that swirls and whirls around this no-point going nowhere, this world, full of supposed substance meaningful without meaning step away take a breath silent, sit
I like this one, Amrita. No matter where we are on the planet, the still point has to be found within.
The winds that surround you will ebb at some stage. Stillness, calm and meaning will return - some time. Trust yourself 🥰