arriving

I like
the calm person.
the unhurried soul, who sits
with hands
folded,
eyes still,
body in a cat like
pose.
the soul is quiet.
I can see
the placid sea within.
the aura
of blue around
the white halo.
they want nothing of
you. nothing of me,
they have found a way
to know that what
they have,
is all that they need.