Learning to Meditate: Part III

Here's what I see.

Angry loud rushing water within the watershed of my spirit.
A swollen river, turbid and strong.
Rushing by. Threatening. 

Be still and know that I am God.
(Breathe in. Breathe out.)

There, the water slows and clears.
How? I have no idea and it doesn't matter.
The feeling shifts from angry to playful.
Calming. Quiet.

I can see the bottom. Clarity returns.
There it is, my rock.
There all along, just obscured for a time
by the rushing water.
Forcing me to stop. No, not forcing, inviting.
Transformed.

Be still and know that I am God.
(Breathe in. Breathe out.)

I feel a presence. Beside me? Within me?
A tear slides down a cheek (not mine)
and into the still water creating ripples.
Of joy, not sadness.

A hand reaches out to take
what I did not even realize I was clinging to -
a large, heavy, cumbersome, jagged rock.
Some would call it a burden. (You have one too, yes?)

In its place, a smooth stone fits perfectly in my hand.
Easy to hold. Rounded by the water. By life.
To make the exchange I realize I have to let go.

Be still and know that I am God.
(Breathe in. Breathe out.)

Release.