Gelassenheit

1.10.06

"Serenity, the condition of having let go." Emptying the bucket of fear, fear of the past, fear of the future. Eschewing the safefty of the known. Welcoming the unsteady pebbled path ahead, tasting the fresh brook waters of a new stream. Releasing. Shining that golden bowl, the container whose polished parabolic sides reflect the coming and going of air currents, deflecting and inviting.

How easy it is to sleep, to pull the covers of familiar habits, albeit rough textured and insufficient, up over our heads and slumber through life. Then something, someone pulls them off, exposing our fabulous and frail selves to the light of day. Do we get out of that bed, the comfort of what we know and look in the mirror, or do we wrench back the old blanket and choose to dream instead?