sitting and watching does that to me, too. calms my wild currents it's a moment briefly lived, but well enjoyed.

Hmm. isn't it often how most people live? Watching words go by? They may be reading them, but are they actually reading them? It's an exercise an acting, as well. I've been told in my training, I tell younger actors when I'm directing them, to "ENJOY THE WORDS" when you speak them, notice how each one works in your mouth, how each word by itself makes you feel. Don't just pass over them. Or don't just watch them go by. Savor them.

Nice.

You are rather quiet these days...it's so nice to see you catching a few words of your own and sharing them with all of us!!!

Hi Rula, Good one. That's what we need to so is slow down and stop and think. We do rush thru thru each day too fast. We need to take out time and smell the roses and do some thinking. Be surprised on what one may find out in this big woprld. :)

The present flies whilst presence sleeps...

Words become you, if you let them ride you, carrying you away to dead and assumed regions you don’t want to be, eventually dumping you on the back of yet another bunch of words metamorphosing into you but not you. Your presence in continuity ensures your attention to keep on occupying its seat. They go back into their green rooms, in the absence of your attention they want to ride and drift, as you watch them go by, in the amness of your being. You have depicted the practice of attaining the beauty of the power of silence in this minimal of yours. Kudos.

Rula, I needed this today. Succinct and clear with an economy of words. I thank you for the reminder....

Rula you are such a beautiful poet. All of your poems have such a perfect flow and the words fit so perfectly. i like how this poem is like drinking of a cup of tea during a thunder storm

Rula you rule!!! Great Ku!!

I can easily relate this poem to my own creative process; talk about putting a universe in a nutshell! Congrats Rula on hitting No. 1, and great to read you again. :o)

Seems like you caught some good words as they paraded by.

This eloquent piece certainly has a calming effect. It reminds me that words may describe us, we are not our words. Good stuff, Rula!

I took this to have two meanings: one where the writer sits to write and experiences writer's block, and another where sitting outside with thoughts going through one's mind until the beauty of nature stills those thoughts. Either way, this is a lovely write.