Stillness

It seems that if we let it, the World could be just utter chaos. I woke this morning to the news of the tornados hitting south east Virginia, the devastation the storm left in its path. Knowing that just a few days ago, that same storm came through the city I live in. My phone rang yesterday; it was a person close to me telling me his Mother had passed away. My email box seems more full than usual. In the midst of a chaotic world, I offer you a poem that I wrote a number of years ago, reminding me that in every moment we have the power of choice, chaos or stillness. I choose stillness. The funny thing about that, in the stillness I can feel the Mothers presence. I can feel the calm of the storm. My email box no longer matters it will be dealt with in due time efficiently and swiftly. Ah the power of stillness.

The Taste of Stillness
[March 12, 2005]

Whiteness Everywhere.
Snow on every branch and still falling silently.
On my face – gentle magical kisses.
The water, once with motion, now frozen solid - white - still - quiet.
Like a blanket of safety and warmth.
The air also motionless yet so crisp and clean.
Delicious stillness yet tasteless.

Our world, each of us, could use to find more delicious stillness.
The paradox is we walk around with it each day in our hearts.
Stop and taste stillness.

It is our guiding light, our home, our heart whispering… No, begging us to stop and taste.
Everything, yet nothing at all.
True, innocent, love and light.
The taste of stillness.
Listen.

- Lorin