Life is Murky
..and constantly changing.
Nothing is truly still.
Rocks crumble into soil.
Leaves rot enriching soil,
feeding and encouraging seeds
towards sunlight.
Nothing really leaves or dies.
Everything stays
mysterious, murky and always moving.
Everything is sliding into everything.
We are not apart from anything.
We are a part of everything.
We ourselves are murky and uncertain,
frightened only
by our need to know.
We are awed and eased
and light as light
when we surrender to the embrace
of the infinite mystery.
