Silent Running

Silent steps forming imperfect imprints 

With wind intermittently blowing in the hair

Gentle movement avoiding the sprints 

How far to go I really don’t care

The isolation and peace is deafening 

With breathing constant like a metronome ticking

A clear focused mind is beckoning 

There’s no space for conflict no politicking. 

One step after another time passes discreetly

Asking no questions expecting no answers 

No worries in the world if only briefly 

With rhythm played out like well drilled dancers  

Oh how this experience moves me so deeply. 

A feeling of freedom an experience to preach

Of running free ecstatically alone on the beach. 


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