Vibration

White foam rolling in

on the power of the pull of a planet in motion.

Everything in motion,

nothing static,

even the atoms of the great rocks before me vibrate,

their parts in orbit and what between the parts?

Life, Mind, Intelligence

making itself known in the nature of things

in this grand and beautiful illusion.

Like wind through the trees,

the Life force connecting us all

whispers, speaks louder, whistles, and roars,

awakening us to hear its voice, to know its presence,

to feel it all around us.

Even though it is invisible,

Its effects are undeniable.

Waves crash against waves propelling waves toward the shore.

They rush forward from all directions, join as one, then expand,

as they reach to wash gently upon the saturated sand

that reflects the cliff standing tall,

vibrating with a steadfastness,

and collecting the ocean mist as night falls.

In strokes of genius, dusk, the illusive sfugato painter,

brushes its dusty gray veil that bleeds, blends, and shadows,

obscuring lines in slowly fading light,

and blackness masks the waves ever crashing.

Though you’ve not eyes to see through the darkness, listen.

You may hear.

Stand still, as your heart beats, lungs rise and fall, pulse throbbing evidence of life.

Tune into the frequency of love, of being, of Truth.

It’s in the stillness that we recognize a motionless movement around us.

It’s in stillness that we feel a merging with what is already a part of us.

It’s in the stillness that we come to know the timeless vibration of one.