The sun’s rays crackle through branches of green. In this soft, yellow light an unusual calm washes over the scene. The trees sway ever so gently. The leaves flutter. Through the crickets’ sirens, I try and listen to what the wind is saying.
There is no moment other than this (for every moment is one and the same – not separate – forever connected). I struggle to remain still, following my breath. Shedding all pretenses and self-consciousness, right now it all makes sense. And I want to burst.
In stillness there is the reminder that the wind is worship. Closing my eyes all I see is the brightest red. Like Krishna if only I could inhale the sun. But I’m not searching for an additional god complex. Instead there is consolation in the rise and fall of my chest.
The wind whispers there are many changes to come. And while peace reigns, the reality is that moments are fleeting with a muddled mind at work. I must improve my practice for there is a nervousness bubbling deep down in the dark of my being that will claim me in the days to come if I do not tend to it.
I have found that in a life of extremes finding balance is the continuous challenge. If only I could be as still as the trees – taming the riot raging within me, weathering the storms that will rock my heart. The fading light bears witness to the sensations of breathing, as each coming moment ensures the movement continues.
