Stop
Stop.
Stop someplace quiet.
Serene.
Get away.
Breathe deeply.
Smell the things that live.
Green things. Flowering things.
Release
all the things the world would have you hold.
Let them go.
Savor the colors.
The wind. The moving stream.
Take your time.
The world will go on without you.
It always has. It always will.
But without stopping.
Without making room for peace,
for healing,
You will not.
About this poem
I preach to myself a lot.
The picture was taken not far from my home. I stop there often.
Tom
Quarry House 
I have a few such places to stop. One has a pace of donkeys. Beasts of burden who look totally unburdened in their meadow, lush with grass. Another overlooks a valley that was filled with lovely yellow flowers this spring and brought me the song of a bird I hadn’t yet heard. Yet another is the turn off the highway that takes me to these peaceful places.Places to heal and get away from the chaos.
It only takes a few. I am glad you have them!