Stillness in Movement
The stillness
in stillness
is not
the real stillness
Only when
there is stillness
in movement
can the spiritual rhythm appear
which pervades
heaven and earth.
-TS’AL-KEN T’AN
The stillness
in stillness
is not
the real stillness
Only when
there is stillness
in movement
can the spiritual rhythm appear
which pervades
heaven and earth.
-TS’AL-KEN T’AN
winter arrived with a song (and a roar!) the turning wheel brought new light (and lusciousness) hearts drawn on steamed windows (with music and delight) like a dervish, i whirl! like a primrose, I open! the honeysuckle is a tangle of naked branches (summer, a distant memory)
at dusk cartwheels on the grass sister teaching sister with ubuntu the crunch of dried autumn leaves fading red sun shimmers on the river pink cheeks hair tumbling wildly we watch our breath appear on the exhale moments woven together with great laughter and love in autumn bliss
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I see so often how I longed for something and once I got it, it soon began to be less appealing. This was true of material things, men, experiences and even “freedom”
Yesterday, I wrote a short story for fun based on some words my friends gave me. In response, I received this email from an acquaintance: There have been a very few Matriarchal societies and none that were much above Hunter/gather stage in development. This is not to say that Matriarchy stunts development at all but…