Friday, March 21, 2008

Sometimes...

Dam at Mum's place

Sometimes it is good to stop for a bit and sometimes you are given space and time to do so. Sometimes the sun shines and sometimes it pours with rain from a dark sky.

Sometimes the moon is etched behind gentle clouds and still manages to shed some Easter moonlight on a field. Sometimes the trees are so very tall and one is brought into the present by the buzz of a dragonfly.

Sometimes one does not know what is up or down and can only muster the strength to stand rock still.

Am I still and how do I know stillness? If I ask these questions, if I ask them enough , will they ever be answered?

Perhaps some time.