Stillness

January 27, 2024

   Stillness. What a concept. Something we as the modern species have no general grasp or balance at. Many stay still so long they rot in place and never live-not even in their own imagination.

   Others, move with such bullheaded aim at goal posts that in reality don’t even exist. Barreling blindly  and knocking down everyone around them on the way to some destination that will be gone by the time they arrive.

Thoreau said something like “We are destined to be starved…” Whether starving the soul or heart or whatever limit of analog emotions and destination of “there,” a human has conceived. It was never truly the place to go. There was no destination, just a meeting point to be folded out upon again. Those elements that remain intact survive.

   The flow of all Physics, all energy, all factors … Ebbs and flows with an inconsistent certainty. As does the consciousness and determination of all that IS. Humans are the only thing that either sits stagnant protest of living, or runs blindly against the flows of nature into its own chaos. But what if we run with open eyes into the chaos? What if we document what we remember. What then. What ending is there in innumerable chaos.

  Homosapiens decided in small groups, then larger dumber ones, that whatever it is, what we have right within reach, within ourselves, within our OWN existence will never be enough. Others determined that, what it is, should always just be like some sick sense of security. Remain unchanged. TRADITION.

  This imbalance alone can be a call to all of our turmoil. It’s not our choice. Our choices are greater. The truest are at the tip of a sword to be snatched lightly from the blade. If we hold too tightly to control, the blade will cure us of our fingers.

  Being still, moving in quiet tact through life, working with the fickleness of real inspiration- these are the keys to unlock many doors to give us home in the chambers that show an answer to our unrest. That call that anything we may be doing by nature, like love or connection, creation …isn’t enough. That merely being will always cause anxiety. That stillness is the enemy.

  In our nature we can dig deeply or choose not to. That as well depends on our nature. It depends on a vast ecosystem of false optimum trajectories. No longer fighting modern sensibility, and embracing the cores of primordial want are both necessary and valid for true progression. Not more blindly pushing to some destination we don’t know the name of and that doesn’t exist.

It’s from this Peace of mind one starts to procure newness. It’s from the still and the nothing we create. To transcend and evolve on small thought or effort of Force at a time. Not overreaching, or sitting stagnant, but telling our proverbial stride set into rhythm, that beats in time with the unpredictable nature of our souls.