Thomas was a young man who was always filled with energy. Energy is a good thing people would tell him. He didn't realise it but he was always on the move from one thought to another, from one place to another. He was in motion. One day he found himself just sitting still. The sun was radiating on his face while he was reading as he waited to get to another place. He felt as though there was something new about this experience, but he wasn't sure. He closed the book and looked up. All he could see was movement, interspersed with pauses of motion. He thought to himself what was different about him and his experience? In a split moment it came to him. He was still, sitting, not moving. He felt a joy a curiosity that one experiences when they do something for the first time. This was the feeling he was having. He was still. His movement was animated by the movement that surrounded him. He was in motion while being still. This was the motion-stillness continuum of his reality!
Saturday 7 January 2012
I write while in motion.
How would I write in stillness?
Would these words move too?
Or would they stand still?
Is not the act of writing a movement?
Is not my speaking a movement?
Are not my thoughts movement?
Will they ever be still?
When i'm awake i'm neither fully still
or forever in motion. I am in transit.
What about my dreams?
What about my sleep?
There is no stillness in them either.
ah..maybe stillness is quite,
maybe its loud,
maybe its just the pause between
movement that we call stillness.
Whatever it is, it is...
for we will never know complete stillness
or perpetual momvent.
We will just be still in motion.
Moving from stillness to stillness.
The inner essence of movement.
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