still air

I'm sitting on a rock on the mountainside, and usually here there's a wind, a strong wind blowing, but this evening the air is quite still, occasionally just a little moment of breeze. But this still air brings a different quality to the mountainside, to the trees, the grasses. Everything is still. And in this stillness I notice that I sense the suchness of life. The stillness is resonating in me.

It's ironic, isn't it? A resonance is usually to do with movement, but when the outer is tremendously still, that still point within us resonates with it, and everything becomes still. And that stillness carries the suchness of life, the magic of life, that mystery that makes life, life.

To taste the suchness of life in this still scene – ahh, what a gift.