I Am Present to Fluidity
Strong is the pillar within
stone unchanging, everlasting - strong.
The rain may make the stone cool to the touch,
the sun may warm the surface it hits
but there are no cracks.
Nothing gets it.
The pillar within me - pillar I hold.
Nothing gets in. Nothing.
The pillar within me. The pillar I -
the pillar holding me -
gripping me.
Solid stone - unchanging, everlasting -
heavy within me - weighing me down.
In the light air it pulls me down
down and down to myself.
I will fall, I will drown
with the strength of my pillar of rigidity.
Desperate fingernails scratch at the stone
broken and bloodied, chipping away.
At last a shudder; at last a crack.
With a rush, the water gushes through -
the strength of the pillar no more.
Rivers of wonderment and receptivity
flow through the cracks.
What was once solid stone, now valleys -
where the lifeblood of the heart
caresses hardened ideas,
painting vivid colors of erosion,
giving the gift of fluidity.
Sometimes something becomes known after we’ve felt its opposite - after we find ourselves suffocating from our own hands holding on too tightly. Often I find my greatest enemy to be rigidity - rigidity of beliefs, of expectations, of definitions. At times in my life, I have walled myself in with thoughts and ideas - forgetting to let in the flow of life and feel what it has to teach me. I am present to the gift of internal walls cracking and the fluidity it brings.
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