Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The Witting

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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