Zen

I paddled every day last week. I got back to basics, the simple joy of boating, calmly situated between currents and calamity. There comes a day when peace must arrive in the sense of existence. In the life of a river, those moments arrive in calm pools surrounded by every past, present and future moment of water traveling ever onward through scores of time, like the rise and fall of musical notes in a masterpiece of emotion. Life exists in those pools, and in their stillness one can appreciate a true sense of the grand illusion of time. Truth is felt, no longer spoken, and the importance is unimaginable.