philosophy, poetry

Stagnant

Stagnant
Life is a beautiful flow,
Sometimes hasty, sometimes slow,
In between our movements,
There exist some moments,
That are just stagnant.
It is in those moments,
One realizes being alive,
And experience one’s existence,
Beyond time and speed.
Indeed life is a beautiful flow,
Sometimes hasty, sometimes slow,
Yet we all remain oblivion,
To these pauses and stops,
And keep racing against time,
Losing the essence of being alive,
The chance of experiencing,
The hidden truth of life,
The sacred song of soul,
The powerful verve of stillness,
The beauty of being just stagnant.

life : flow : stagnant