It is easy to get stuck in places of perpetual changes and shifts of ones reality. Whilst sitting calm the mind is flowing, in chaos, in creation.

It searches for the one thing, the something to define itself in this moment, but as soon as it emerges it is gone again, never to maintain form, never solidified in its constructs.

Yet it is constructed!

To flow, in creation is the key, that is where it needs to end, where it needs to head, where it needs to find its place in the world.

Or should it remain forever in flux?