It is warm. Warm and safe and so very still. I've been trying to still my mind. Yet despite the cluttered room full of thought and apprehension I see when I close my eyes, I feel still. My mind feels calm, I know that there is a window in the room of apprehension. I walk to it, Over boxes of ill-will and brokenness, I lean to look out the window and below it is a pool of water. A pond with mud and silt. It is perfectly round and there are ripples gliding trhough the water from the center. The water is cloudy, cloudy, cloudy and dim. And I smile. I smile because I know I will wait. I will wait and watch the water and it will become still. It will settle. It will become clear. I don't know why I even watch the water. Whatever is in the pond I wait to see, I do not care to see. I am just smiling to know that the water will become clear.
Leaning over the clutter, my back aches. It is an odd position. I do not need to see the water. I already know it will become clear. The ripples are soothing. I know the pond is empty, But I do hope there is one day a koi in the pool. It would please me. Such serene beings.