Wednesday, 29 June 2022

Moving Stillness


Sarangkot, Pokhara, Nepal

"The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness; only when there is stillness in movement does the universal rhythm manifest." - Bruce Lee.

I never could get the actual sense of Lee's words, try hard as I might to figure it out in the context of his own field of action. But his words made sense to me as I, along with my co-travellers, stood atop a hill at Sarangkot, watching the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rising sun. It eluded us anyway, hiding itself behind vivid cloudy folds.

Moving Stillness

Stillness. It manifests in different ways. Sometimes it's frozen and hard as a rock. Sometimes it drifts by like a gentle zephyr or a sailing wisp of a cloud. At times it's quiet like still waters. And at times, deafening like a roaring sea. Now and then, it would shed all its hues and yet again wear a vibrant collage of colours.

Stillness. Occasionally, you discover it within you. More often, you come across it around you, enfolding you, trickling into you, little by little, slowly, steadily. This stillness. This moving stillness.

Still silence
seeps, fills, overflows
hushed stillness.

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Monday, 13 June 2022

Time

And the wheels roll on.

Sujatha Warrier

Endless road
infinite journey
travel light.

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Wednesday, 8 June 2022

Space

When the storm passes on.


The essence,

the vital substance,

the absence.

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Sunday, 5 June 2022

Air

 And it's another day.


Vagrant breeze
breathes a lazy pace,
a new tale.

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