Have you ever felt a ripple in time; or experienced time slow down enough, itโs as if this moment and the next are imbued with a singularity of all of our collective beingness?
Walking, pondering, and reflecting upon lifeโs mysteries, Iโm at once, called forth toward a challenge, and a promise, given to me when I was younger, and a whole lot bolder.
And, as time spills through my hands, I watch as it moves toward the earth, being called to the place of its birth.
And, in this moment, time becomes something altogether extraordinary, birds sing louder, the sky opens up, and there is a shower, of tears that pour down, drenching me to my very core.
And, as the tears fall from the sky, thereโs no need to wonder why I feel this deep connection to all of lifeโs manifestations.
Now,
as time slows down, more, and more, I smile bigger than ever before.
Sitting in this stillness, I breathe in and out, and witness the birth of a new moment, where time ripples outward, and throughout, every person, place, and thing, and I begin to believe.
Inquiring within, just makes you grin while you continue to ponder and reflect upon all of lifeโs wonders.
Connection so deep, you hear the ocean in every breath, and feel the breeze of itโs salty mist, even after youโve already left.
Considerations run along a thread of time, which is sublime, and, at times, difficult to find.
Contemplation requires a measure of boldness, to face the pain of anotherโs life with stoicism.
Cradling love in a basket, weaved with tears of both pain and pleasure, you realize itโs in between the two, where lifeโs requesting a measure of your solitude.
Quiet now, you listen and learn about the riddle, which perplexed the mind for a very long time.
Stillness requires a sense of vulnerability and resiliency, to guide us to the table of our greater understanding.
Journey with me, if you will, a trip down an unknown street, and into an unknown land filled with mystery and confusion, it is a gift of lifeโs perfusion.
In one hand we can hold, if we are so bold, this conundrum. A hidden balance, scales moving back and forth in a dance that requires special attention to see itโs worn out portension.
Itโs like that often, and yet, most can only hold the one view, a blow to soften.
The myriad of challenges and disappointments that are part of the movement, seen and unseen, just like in a dream. How do we then find our preen?
Practice makes the dance more noticeable to the senses, yes, and also to the part of ourselves that creates balance between sensibility and our inner tranquility.
There is much that can be learned from within, if we learn to quiet our mind, and sit in stillness, thus becoming a silent witness.