“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.” ~Bruce Lee
As a child I would swim at my grandmother’s pool at her apartment. I would go just under the surface and exhale my bubbles reflecting the sun and the sky and just where the light came through the sky would be a blue that almost looked purple. Those were on the best days.
Water has always been the place where I feel most myself. Free from the burden of gravity. Free from the weight of walking on this Earth.
Water lifts us, sustains us, allows us to travel through it but make no mistake…
Water always finds a way through.
It may take a rainfall, even a storm to help the droplets come together but they will.
Water always finds a way.
And the land is forgiving.
It absorbs the water and brings forth new life.
The land opens it’s mouth like a new bird awaiting nourishment
Swallows the gift of quenching thirst.
Sometimes the water goes underground.
Cuts through the glacier and you may forget that it is there
You may not know that even in the darkest cave
The light shines and water finds a way
It may seem calm, even serene
But there is always something just under the surface
Some way forward
And unless you are part of the water, you will not see it.
You may even look upon it but still
You will not understand it.
We are like water.
We are the water.
And we will find a way through
and your rock.