Between Witness and Mind.
It takes time to create a gap between the witness and the mind. The witness, always content to bask within awe – as the mind spins furiously to know reason and cause.
We may stop for a moment to admire the Peony’s emergence from seasoned rest, or the challenge of paled clover through frost covered fields.
Until we are lured by the bolder promises at hand.
We wish to understand awareness, yet submit to the appeal and ponderings of origin. In which case, when shall the mind ever know its rest? To feel a fullness marked only by the Willow’s weeping?
Can we not have one without all the rest? To find grace in the capture of a heron’s swooning.
And, bound by these moments serving to strengthen our pause. That in-between, gasping of breathless wonder.
How can we refute that which the heavens have deemed worthy?
A little something to consider, my loves…