Life is full of incongruities. Order and chaos unite, not separate. Nature and structure is one and the same. We can walk among the trees or we can take a different path. We can toil or we can tether ourselves to the passage of others. It may be the journey that counts but there is no stipulation as to what journey. Each to their own. Each seeks the shade from different foliage and rests momentarily against their own place in the forest. Or we can choose to stay. While you are here, listen to the raindrops on the canopy above and the murmur of running water at your feet. This is where life is. This is where you are. Be at rest for just a moment. Just a moment.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
What matters?
Life is full of incongruities. Order and chaos unite, not separate. Nature and structure is one and the same. We can walk among the trees or we can take a different path. We can toil or we can tether ourselves to the passage of others. It may be the journey that counts but there is no stipulation as to what journey. Each to their own. Each seeks the shade from different foliage and rests momentarily against their own place in the forest. Or we can choose to stay. While you are here, listen to the raindrops on the canopy above and the murmur of running water at your feet. This is where life is. This is where you are. Be at rest for just a moment. Just a moment.
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