The Beauty of Being

In these quiet moments of contemplation
I remember what it is like to be still.
To slow down to such a degree
that everything becomes “real” -
the truth of who I am revealed.

All the doubting questions
gently fall away.
The mask I had been wearing
soon begins to fade.

Doing more doesn’t mean moving fast.
And just because you don’t share everything,
doesn’t mean nothing in happening.

Being small doesn’t mean insignificant
and honoring the tiny things
doesn’t make them any less perfect.

A thought doesn’t have to be complete
for it to be worth having.
Sometimes the most beautiful things
are simple or fleeting.