Rest is Subversive

In this slowing down, I remember things forgotten. Waves lapping against the shores of my restless mind. Unclaimed dreams, rising from the deep.

If I stop moving, what then? Will I ever want to rise again? And if I’m at last untethered from all the frantic doing, what might become of me?

Will I be surprised to discover that I’m no longer afraid of my limitless potential? No longer grasping for the next revelation? That it’s enough to simply BE.

Like these seabirds that swoop and dive around me, is it perhaps true that my very existence is itself enough?

No need to strive, or to prove. To reach, or to strain. Today I ride the current of be-ing… content in this momentary “not knowing”.

Timeless and complete.