Water

Gazing into the rippling surface of water, the mind is silenced, the self momentarily released: The uncountable crests the innumerable dips, the compounded chaos that can shine forth a million shards of sunlight, emerging and fading back into shadows - created as quickly as destroyed. The splendor of anything, a sunset, the moon—are ripped, bent, refracted into so many peices that the mind cannot remember or grasp the infinity of form, the uniformity of difference. Peering into this the mind is relaxed by the colors and textures of motion, by the movements of the water’s dynamic surface - a force of nature that rips thoughts away from minds and supplements in their place, meditations.