Oh! to flow like a stream ...

I had a beautiful experience on my walk yesterday. I decided to go and sit in the park, but on the way to the park-bench, I found a lil road that I decided to follow (always the curious Arian :))) This road led to a bridge over a stream so I just stood there for a while and listened to the sound of the water flowing. It was flowing fairly fast, the rains must have swelled the headwaters up in the hills. It gleamed and sang and threw up little bubbles as it raced merrily along. The rest of the scenery was green - with grass, and little, bell-shaped wildflowers among them, nodding gaily in the breeze and trees with young leaves and birds looking for food among them. I looked up skywards, and saw the blue through the silhouettes of branches and buds and leaves.

How can I not feel the presence of the divine? sigh... My mind became still and peace settled into my heart. I felt like melting and merging with that stream and flowing on to the sea, singing happily along the way. Yes, that's the way to live, fluid-like, flowing always, in tune with the spirit. The physical is so confining and our mind even though so vast we limit it and bind it with rules and limitations, sigh. Let's flow like a river always, rushing towards the sea of divinity, where all boundaries dissolve and where there is only boundlessness ...