AlAnoud Writes

When the world is a storm and it pulls you apart,

And noise floods the edges of thought and of heart,

When everything rushes, demanding you move.. 

There’s a place within you that does not approve.

It does not resist, it does not demand,

It waits like still water, untouched, unmanned.

While chaos is shouting, restless and wild,

This place remains steady, patient and mild.

You’ve felt it before, in a pause, in a breath,

In a moment that slipped through the fingers of stress.

A silence so deep it made time feel untrue,

As if all of the noise could not quite reach you.

The world may be breaking in all that you see,

But not every wave has to carry you to sea.

For somewhere beneath all the crash and the spin,

There’s a quiet that lives, unshaken, within.

It asks nothing grand, no escape, no control,

Just that you remember the shape of your soul.

Not the one shaped by fear, by pressure, by role..

But the one that is whole, already whole.

So stand in the storm, let it circle and cry,

You don’t have to silence it, don’t have to try.

Just turn ever slightly, as if toward a friend,

And rest in the stillness that does not depend.

For peace is not found when the world falls away,

It’s found in the heart that learns how to stay..

Quiet, aware, though everything spins…

Holding the calm that already begins.