a little poem reminding me to take the time to enjoy . . .

~ River ~

Where two paths meet, there is

union

the waters of these currents blend.

the quick, taking in

the slow

at the estuary

-all paths lead within-

 

Can you find the stillpoint of this

movement?

There is a pause

there

between inhale

and exhale

before birth

before death

there is a pause.

 

Do you feel it?

It has always been

there

or, like me, do you skip over it sometimes,

small skid through to the next

moment

the next

action.

It is so highly addictive

to submit to the lure

of action, the enchanting pull of

busy.

 

It is a trickster

and a thief, this action.

A distraction from being by doing

or non doing.

 

We can all learn a thing or two

from these rivers,

this fluidity

and easy change

of flow.

 

We will all get to the ocean

eventually.

By Jenn