On the Hardness of Life
A path
A dark and windy path
This is life
As it comes, it also leaves our minds
There is a vision in front
A destination to be had
Then, there is also a way back
A source to be acknowledged
Like water flowing down a river bed
And the source?
Can anyone say where water comes from
For my eyes see only the rain
And I know, I am made of water
As are you
And this bed and chair in my room
All slips into darkness as the walker walks
Substance does not differentiate
Nor do our paths
There is good in hardness
There are rocks in the river bed
Still the water keeps flowing
Into my mind and into yours
I am not lying here, nor do I exaggerate
For here I stand among you
Hardness is to be expected and accepted
It can even be sought out
And what is it worth
For many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness
Accept hardness as a rock on the path
In the meantime
Breathe in life’s essence
At it’s core I do not find these rocks
Is that what you see when the river crosses your eyes?
No
Only the flow
To a place and back again
Breathe I say, look around at where you are
For soon it shall be gone
Changed and distant
And the next place
May be a waterfall
Or the sky
And here it is apparent
Rocks do not fall from the sky
They are born of the flow
A natural struggle found in the essence of which I speak
Let the rocks come
Do not seek them out
There is no need to build too many dams
Too many obstacles will foster a regretful and resentful soul
Be gentle in discipline and posture
Seek out the flow
For the flow
It what you are
It is where we are going
Do not be like a child
Waiting only for the end
Take time and spend it with the fish and critters of the river
All is here now
No one can empty the river out in one scoop
Nor remove all the rocks in one day
Fly young ones
And the old!
The waterfall is waiting for no one
-Zazzo
Zazzo's Well 