The winter solstice approaches, calling us home to the darkness within. Now is the perfect time to be still, allowing time to rest and digest. Close your eyes now for one minute and let doing slip into being.
In mindful presence,
Today I'm flying low and I'm not saying a word.
I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth.
But I'm taking the day off. Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I'm traveling a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.