Stagnant Water

Watching, waiting, hoping for somebody to stir what is within. There is a deep longing to be stirred into action, stirred into passion, stirred into excitement, stirred to want to look forward. As if, if stirred, the within would find meaning for its existence. Perhaps, perhaps not. Perhaps, the truth is the acceptance of stagnancy. Acceptance and understanding is true peace and calm. Unmoving. Clear as crystal waters.

The within is well hidden in a maze of confusion and unwilling dichotomies. The within is hard to locate, and even harder to want to locate. Perhaps, it is not meant to be located.  But the within seeks, to be stirred.