Roiling waters
bubble over rocks
turbulence
flows over
leaving you untouched
When we are swept up
like a leaf on the surface
when we are tossed this way and that
we find no purchase
we scrabble for grounding
When we remember
we are not the river
but the stones
change flows over us
but we are always changing
Unchanged
we are calm in the storm
certain in uncertainty

here

The centre is not out there
it is in here
the purpose is not external
it is internal
Reach outwards
and move away from the source
look to the horizon
and not see where you are

You exist in the world
but you are here
not there
you have a role to play
right where you stand
not in the future
There are plans for you
rooted in being
not doing

Stay at one with the here and now