Tiny pebble skips easily across a pond
It’s light
Quick
Exuberant
A boulder drops heavy
Creates a huge splash
Falls to the bottom
Water rushing to cover
It is weighted
Passive
Lies inert
Blocks the throat
Momentarily
No matter their size
The pebble and the boulder still end up at the bottom of the river
One arrives faster
The other takes longer, perhaps has more fun, creates ripples and circles in its flight
But no big splash of insight.
Which am I?
I am neither a pebble or a boulder
I decide,
I am the water
Constantly absorbing
Heavy and light
Letting things lie as they might
Flow is not the absence of obstacles
It is the capacity to continue regardless
Increasing and decreasing energy
as required.
