Primordial Pool of Silence… Days unfold like rushing waterfalls. Nights I welcome the silence; just sitting, just being, allowing the flow of the day to come to the edge and gently fall away… A smooth, sliding movement finding its own rhythm empties out the eddies of life… Letting go of trying, trying to make…
There is no controlling life.
Try corralling a lightning bolt,
containing a tornado. Dam a
stream and it will create a new
channel. Resist, and the tide
will sweep you off your feet.
It is the letting go of all the should’s, the must’s, the have-to’s,
the have-nots, the cannots, the doubts and the guilt.