a flowing river, moving around rocks, smoothly , effortlessly - it doesn't now where it's going it's just following it's own flow and the flow of All that is.
It takes no mind or care of who's watching or what's being said. It keeps moving. Picking up what it needs along the way. Some things find a different direction, with a different flow. Some get caught in whirlpools, continuing to go round and round until a disruption shifts it back into the flow.
Sometimes the flow rages and sometimes it trickles. When it rages, the dirt gets picked up from the bottom and floods the water in a sandstorm. It will not last forever. When it trickles, the dirt is more evident but it is still. It lies and waits for the rage.
The flow is constant. It knows to keep moving. It does not care how fast or how slow it is moving. As long as it moves it is happy.
