Stillness. Meditation. Still. Realization:
Nothing is ever truly still.
In stillness, i realize movement.
On a molecular level, atoms vibrate.
i breathe. Focus on the breath. Lots of love in…lots of love out…
On a macro level…the Earth rotates and wobbles, the planets revolve around the sun…the sun…moves through space and time…
Still. As rain falls, i contemplate the stream. In rushing water i see metaphor…how we are all part of the stream rushing over obstacles.
Some of us are the water moving quickly, driven by gravity’s urgency to reach our goal and final destination. Some of us are the obstacles, rocks embedded in the stream, sitting, vibrating on an entirely different frequency. As water rushes around, over, under through the obstacles, so minute portions of stone wears away. The surface erodes to eventually expose a core…its foundations are undermined causing slow, imperceptible movement toward a goal… the water of the stream, divides for a moment going up and over, around, beneath, and then… rejoins , nosily, joyfully, on the other side ready to face the next obstacle.
And then…the stream itself reaches its goal…stillness.
Never actually still. Still moving, slower now. A lake or pond, or even…the majestic, roiling ocean where…yet a different type of stillness allows sunshine to lift water up into the sky…where gently ferocious wind currents move it around the world, until gathered once more into rain or snow, divined by lightning, heralded by thunder…delivered back once more to flow over obstacles, over stones, soil, streets and parking lots, roofs and driveways, sidewalks and fields, woods, mountains…hearts, minds…
We are, as water…divided ever at overcoming our obstacles…yet reunited always on the other side where what was once,
for an instant, separated…becomes one…
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