Live each season as it passes;
Breathe the air,
Drink the drink,
Taste the fruit,
And resign yourself
To the influences of the earth.
~ Henry David Thoreau
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God speaks in the sounds of perfect stillness.
His language is held in the vibration of light.
His words float aimlessly on the air
Carrying the poetry of all that is.
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Stillness is breathing deep
Answering the call
of the heart.
Stillness
is soaking in the breeze
on a hot summer day.
Stillness is the present moment
with all your thoughts
running through your head
while feeling relief
-even for a moment
from all it takes to survive.
Stillness can be found
on the drops of dew
that cling to the earth
when the air passed over it
its movement lit only by the moon.
Stillness can be learned
by watching the clouds
easily drift across the sky
with no predetermined destination.
Stillness
is a state of expansion
beyond the thoughts held within the mind
beyond the strategies for surviving.
Stillness is the space
between the thoughts
allowing the thoughts to come and go
without attachment.
It is seeing thoughts as manifestation of our experience as humans.
It is practicing moments within moments.
It is practicing subtle quiet spaces.
It allows us to be the clouds
and release
expectation and need.
Stillness
is being on the path,
Floating easily
with no destination.
It is not work.
It is arriving.
Wherever you are.
Stillness
Learning from my tree teachers...
In the fall we must drop our leaves and stretch our roots.
In the winter we must stand in the stillness so that in the spring when life is filled with possibility there is nothing extra holding us back from stretching onward towards the sun.
Our journey is to find the light that seeps through the canopy,
grow with the resources provided to us by the earth,
absorb the vapor of the air.
We must stand tall and be willing to bend when necessary.
