March 23, 2018
The Way I see the Clouds, Thorny Twigs, Shadows of Naked Trees, Scattered Stones and Quiet Flowers
I carve a path. And I deeply remember the innocent passing white clouds, the broken thorny twigs, shadows of naked trees and scattered stones on the ground, the quiet flowers that witness along the way and the birds that sing as well as cry. They simply surrender to the sun and the rain. They do not question because it is not about questions. It is about just listening with reverence and humility. It is about yielding deeply. It is not just about making sense. It is deeper than that. It is about the essence. And I know from my heart that it is the way of silence, of solitude, of being still, of knowing, of seeing things as they are, that leads me to a place of many beginnings and unending endings, of meaningful interludes, of inner journeying, of contemplating, of the presence of redeeming elements. Yes, it is a moment of deliverance.
I need to drink a steeped tea with cream. Time to walk to my favourite coffee shop.