What's the Rush?

 

                                                                                                                             

Water rushes over my feet  

Creating small waves that splash against the shore. 

It seems to be in a hurry.  

Like the wind, always having somewhere to be. 

It must be important; the way water hurries everywhere it goes. 

It's the same way with people. 

Always hurrying from home to work.

From work to home.

Isn't that the way of nature? 

To hurry through life.

Moving towards a state of chaos. 

Worrying about the what ifs and the possible loss.

If every step isn't rushed. 

Always chasing the next moment. 

Like the wind chases the clouds.

Eyes always looking for a quick way out.

Of the present moment. 

Its only once you stand still. 

Perhaps on the edge of the hill in your own mind. 

That your soul is finally at rest.