Whirlpool

At some point,
the step we need to take—the action we need—
is no action:
doing nothing,
doing no-thing.

And no-thing is being,
so what is required
is being with.

As we gather,
it’s like a vortex,
a whirlpool.

It began a long time ago
and has been oscillating and changing ever since —
continuously morphing and taking different forms,
appearing
and disappearing.

Yet the movement continues to unfold,
and its current form is this:
Different drops move
of their own accord,
at their own speed.
They have their own trajectories and paths,
their own ways,
and eventually
the pond —
the lake —
is formed.

Suddenly
and surprisingly,
glimpses of a face that cannot be seen
appear.