Saturday, May 15, 2010

A Morning with the Waterfall

Sitting in this place, you see the water falling, and you hear the water crashing... then, quiet, you wonder deeply, and you ask, "Why can I not see the falling and hear the crashing at once?"

Now you are filled with realization, yes, but emptied of the waterfall altogether.

How can you hold them both?

A brisk breeze blows through your hair...

It is a peaceful place. Bring your problems here and sit with the waterfall. Can both your problems and the waterfall exist at once?

When the pollen is gone, both nostrils will be clear, and you will breathe freely.

The concrete is still. The water flows.  It is indeed a peaceful place.
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