Waves of water gently brushing against the shore
Clearing my mind, sitting on the floor, my back against the wall
Mind drifting in and out of consciousness
As I watch the water, I wonder if the water is aware of where it's going? Of its own repetitious behavior, it has to know, right?
I hear a door closing with a loud slam
Was that anger? Or was it a joyfully galloping wind exiting from one room to next excitedly closing the door.
I wonder about life and the stages of it? Are we angrily going from one life stage to the next, trying hopelessly to close off one part going to the next with hope and expectations? Or, are we leaping joyfully through life closing the last stage anxiously anticipating the next, not focused on the door but what's next?
The sun shining brightly in the sky on me, beautiful and warm. I just want to stop and enjoy these moments of beauty, stay in the moment. But when the day has to begin, and there is not sun...I take it personally. Going to work? Do I dare, the world looks cold, why engage in an uninviting world.
Just thinking
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