“Be the silent watcher of your thoughts and behavior. You are beneath the thinker. You are the stillness beneath the mental noise. You are the love and joy beneath the pain.”
— Eckhart Tolle
 
 
If I am a river, am I the water?
or the bed that holds it?
 
I am being carved out
by the power of the current,
 
I am the water swell
and also the rub of rock
 
erosion. I am trying to learn
a better way. My teachers
 
are all around me if
I’m paying attention:
 
This is the way, the snake—
who is more than his
 
sloughed-off skin—says.

This is the way, says the sun

 
who knows herself outside
of time. They say, To love
 
this life, you must loosen your grip.
They say, Let it all flow through you.
 
The way spring gathers itself
with no backward glance
 
at winter. The way the moon
never loses herself to the night.