Attraction

Peacock iridescence in veridical shadows,

Violet blooms spread to noonday sun.

The world’s beauty is a swirl of color,

But in the flower’s center is bright stillness.

This world is movement. Its nature is constant change, infinite variation. Without  infinite variation, there would be stasis, for we would reach limits.

But all limits are  actually arbitrary. Life is one endless equation of darkness, brilliance, color, sound,  fragrance, and sensation.

The peacock attracts his mate through his plumage; the flower attracts the bee  with its color and fragrance. Beauty is moved to madness, is urged toward more  beauty, is lost in the dance of seduction. We hover around the petals of the flower,  drunk in the thrill of colour.

Enthralled with the fragrance of some haunting perfume,  we are moved to act, to touch, to fill our shallow vessels with the fullness of  promised joy.

Yet in the center of the flower, all is stillness. When the dance of beauty is finished, culmination is at hand. In life, attractions are endless. We should do no  more than we need to satisfy ourselves. To plunge further is foolhardy.

We must  remember to withdraw and look within. Lingering on the outside of our souls, there  is shimmering beauty and fantastic movement. It is only when we go to the center  of our souls that we are in the eye of the storm, the still-point of existence.

Then all  is brightness, energy condensed, unbearably strong and powerful, yet absorbed in  supreme quietude.