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.

The Deepest Scars

All your life you have been the giver,  the supporter,
the one who has to remain strong for everyone else…

And then one day a special person comes along..
And is able to see through your facade of strength;
Able to see through your “I’m fine” as his penetrating eyes gaze into yours;
Able to perfectly translate your *sigh*s.

May I hold your hand?”, he quietly asks.
When your smile shyly acquiesces,
he takes your hand and holds it with such gentle firmness..
and all your fears disappear
as the early morning mist disappears when the sun rises.

And when he takes you in his arms ~ gently encircling you ~ enveloping you in warmth;
It is akin to being submerged in deep, calm waters;
breathing serenity;
absorbing tranquility;
cocooned in a sanctuary of tenderness.

You rest your weary head upon his strong, broad shoulders…
and all the years of turmoil effortlessly melt away.

And when he kisses you ~oh, his kisses..
the world disappears.
Time stands still and nothing else matters.
You float..
you float so high,
feeling your feet may never again touch the ground.

You see, the scars that are deepest in our heart
are the ones that remain long after the pain is gone —
long after we have forgiven,
and perhaps even forgotten.

Then that one person appears, and he reaches in deep,
even deeper than those scars;
and it hurts
oh, it hurts.

He reaches in, and rips them out..
and you bleed..
and you hemorrhage..
and you break..
… purged of all your tormented past.

Yes, it is the only way to heal,
the only way to fully and completely revive,
and become whole once again.

He knows exactly what to do with the broken pieces..
how to look at you,
how to hold you,
how to kiss you,
how to soothe you.

He somehow found his way through the maze of your barricades
scaled the walls you had erected
and effortlessly tore them down.
He did not give you life, but he resurrected it after it had been asleep for so long.
And you did not know you were sleeping.

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.” ~ Rumi