Stillness Upon the Surface of the Pond

“Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened
but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace,
like a clock during a thunderstorm. ”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson

ripples

Sometimes you don’t like the person you become.
It is not who you are,
not who you want to be..
that person of fears and insecurities and ‘wants’..

Sometimes that person emerges,
in moments of darkness,
or lack of clarity.
But that person never stays,
those feelings never stay.
They are like the ripples on the surface of a pond
when it is disturbed by a pebble, or a branch..
They don’t last,
and the stillness returns.

You are that stillness.

You are not the ripples.

When there is stillness upon the surface of the pond
we can see a clear reflection
of the trees, the sky, the birds flying above
a clear reflection of ourselves,
and of those who gaze upon our visage..

It is the ripples that cause distortion;
we no longer see the reflection as it is..
it shakes, becomes unsteady,
the mind can’t make sense of it..
and we feel uneasy~
afraid.

So much changes day to day on the surface,
but underneath,
the stillness and the calm can remain.

We simply have to learn to recognize the ripples
for what they are before they affect us,
as mere disturbances,
and have faith that the stillness will return

if we remain calm,

if we remain still.

It is not always an easy task to remember,
to remain still..
to recognize the ripples
and we find ourselves acting in ways unworthy of our true being.

But sometimes,
someone comes into our lives and helps us to remember.

And they do it so gently and lovingly
that we are sometimes not aware of what they are doing.
They don’t get upset..
They don’t shut themselves off from us
or see us as unworthy
or walk away.

They stay open,
allowing their wondrous light to keep shining,
lighting our way ~

They remain that mirror that we need
and we are able to see ourselves,
our true self,
without the distortions.

They are able to see the ‘stillness’,
even when we are affected by the occasional disturbance.
And as they steady our world,
they steady our hearts.
They become our stillness on the surface of the pond.

You know when someone like that enters your life,
a divinely-wrapped gift from heaven ~
inherently and wholly.. you know.

May we all find such a gift.

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3 responses to “Stillness Upon the Surface of the Pond

  1. This poem is like you… an ocean filled by the rain of mystics.

    Some will enter your life like a drop on the water. First disturb you, then radiate ripples from that latitude and longitude, then settle invisibly to become part of you.

    Others will float on your surface, like a thimble listing on your surface…and when you storm, they fill with your waters…sink, and become part of you.

    Yes, the shuddering fabric of illusion drapes the unstirred body truth

    Masha’Allah

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