“Be like water”, he tells me. “Find your space. You may be contained by your present container. But remember you aren’t the container”. I am awestruck by what a simple man sitting under a giant oak tree in the courtyards of a simple temple is telling me. I look at him with wonder.
“You see water finds its place. Hold yourself lightly and keep going. There is a joy in the flow.”
He is old and the wrinkles bear testimony to the many seasons his skin has been in the game. A silence fills the moment as he stares into the sky and I stare into his lost eyes. “You will know what it like when you stand by the stream or watch a waterfall. You can here it’s energy”
He breaks free from his trance. And proceeds rather dourly. “You didn’t expect this from a wrinkled old odd smelling fellow like me, did you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. And then says, “many years ago I was like you. Riveted by drive and laced with passion”
His pauses for the longest period of time. Unable to bear it any longer, I ask, “and then?”
He smiles, dusts himself up as he prepares to leave and says “I began to flow”. He walks away leaving me in the company of a silence broken by the sounds of his receding footsteps on dried leaves
Great thought and the moment you described was representing an image/scene! Good to read you after long time… Magnificent image of waterfall! Where’s this place?
Thanks Jeevan! I hope to be writing more in the coming days. I look forward to your comments and support as always! 🙂