Flow As Awareness, Rest In Motion
Which River Flows As Freely As The Wind Blows?
Which River Flows As Freely As The Wind Blows...
Which River Flows As Freely As The Wind Blows.
When there is Silence for a while we find.
Which River Flows As Freely As The Wind Blows!
You can rest in awareness. You can rest in the ever present fact of it. You always know that you are aware, there is a clarity in the realization of that simple fact of knowingness.
Then rest in the knowing. The knowing is everywhere you can fathom, about anything you can perceive. Even perceiving itself. And that too is known to you. You can rest in that.
Notice just how
And there is even more than that, as well as less.
There is confusion in that knowing, there is a rush in that knowing, and far more and less that you can rest in, that you can flow as.
You can rest in the knowing of awareness. You can be aware of the knowing. You can do that for a moment, sometimes even both at the same time.
I like to rest in the qualities of awareness. Maybe you like that too.
You can rest in the confusion. Confusion is very fertile. Confusion is the humility of novelty and creativity.
You can rest in the rush of knowing. The excitement, the euphoric quality of being and knowing and being and knowing you are, and it is.
But if you start from the beginning you can rest and flow as far more than I could ever suggest to you. Which new facet will you discover first?
And while you rest in one, none, or all of the above, you can rest in the motion. You can rest in the most precious threshold of existence. The electric verge of all and everything.
Between cause and effect,
stimulus and response,
intention and expression,
imagination and reality,
as the ever increasing circumference of the center,
as the ever increasing space of your presence.
Rest there, flow, whence motion.