|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.
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.
seeps, fills, overflows
Stillness is a rare and exclusive phenomenon. "On the move" - practcally everything under Cosmos. Except experienced beings who master the mind can be still. This with the exceptional quality of a trained mind. Mastery over mind brings stillness - I think nothing else. Scripted to initiate thoughts by the author.ReplyDelete
Thanks a lot for your thoughts, Sir!Delete
Sttillness... beautifully saidReplyDelete
Thank you so much!Delete