Words and sounds dance and fall
From Stillness
Landscape photographs birth bird flight
Gnarly trees leaning from the invisible wind
Until the wind drops
The bird stops
and becomes the photograph once more.
But if I look closer,
Really look and feel into what’s real
There’s a sense of stillness
in the bird’s flight too.
There’s no movement
Just presence
and it’s clear that the two
are the same.
Reaching, longing
to get ‘that’ back again.
It’s easier nowadays
To ‘notice’
Not ‘look for’
But still, ‘looking for’ happens.
Until it doesn’t.
And when it doesn’t,
I see that states and thoughts
and words and happenings pass.
Arise, and go.
Movement
No movement
Marks on and out of stillness.
But this stillness;
Eternal, ever-here, ever now
Does not arise
Or fall, or change.
And this
Is what I am.