The
Witting
The witting is in the
sitting to be blinking to be thinking.
It is in the predilection of self reflection to what's within without a
doubt. It is what the art of meditation
is all about.
Placid is the lake that
we make where droplets of water make the ripples shake only to become smooth as
they move, only to dissipate as they evaporate, only to become clearer than a
mirror as you bring it nearer.
The witting is in the
hand of the mind that expands. It is how
to become the clay to mold to unfold into whatever shape we please to
squeeze. It is how to become a warm
summer night's breeze to flow wherever we choose to go. It is how to become the glow of a rainbow
that shines bright in the night.
Beautiful is such a sight.
Majestic is the peak
that we seek as we aspire to climb higher.
You shall not stop until you reach the mountaintop where the elevation
is one of exhilaration. Crystal clear is
the view of you. Crystal clear is the
air at which you stare. Crystal clear
are the thoughts with which you are fraught.
Such peace will never cease.
The witting is in the
knitting of a woven quilt that the mind has built. Soft is the texture. Colorful is the design. Intricate is the delicacy of the detail that
prevails filling the heart like a ship's sails.
You go where you want to go. You
do what you want to do. You see what it
is to be. Your spirit is set free and in
the soaring there is exploring. Nothing
you experience will ever be boring.
It is the shimmer of
the glimmer of the river that flows from an ocean of emotions that ferries you
to carry you into a destination of indiscriminant determination. It is how you find what's on your mind as you
unwind. The compass goes wherever your
wind blows and from port to bow you learn that there is no concern over
whatever is from starboard to stern. You
yearn. You learn. You touch the sun but you do not burn.
Such is the wake of a
crystal lake that is imprinted with smooth grooves that triple into
ripples. It is simple. Peace has dimples. The allure is pure. Elegant is the presence of a divine peace of
mind and it shouldn't be that hard to find.
All you have to do is unwind and so goes the witting in the sitting to
be blinking to be thinking. Embrace the
alms of calm.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When there's a permanent lease on inner
peace.
December 4th,
2013
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