Slow Down

Poem

So absorbed in all I do,
With voices calling, pulling through—
A quiet whisper comes to me:
“Slow down, Vanisha… let yourself be.”
Chasing tasks that never end,
Leaves no time for soul to mend.

Poem

The questions rise like waves in me,
The answers I try to find outside—
Indicating my restless mind,
No more borrowed wisdom,
The truth I seek now waits inside.
So I sit—
Not to understand,
But to Be.
Sincerity is the key.

The Shift
I wondered how to be aware,
So I started walking slowly.
Voices crowded my head—
Familiar and annoying,
Suddenly my attention landed on my breath.
That’s where peace began.

The Power of Silence
What thoughts can do—
We underestimate.
What silence can do—
We have no idea.

Poem
I enjoy spending time with myself,
Now and then he and she.