Everything around me was flat and dry: nothing except the bare land, the wide, open sky and the wide, still river.
I must add: I have been to this river many times in meditation; perhaps you have too?
In the meditation, I was standing on a raft in the middle of the river, and either side I was attached by rope, so I could not be moved forward by the current.
There were guides on each bank of the river, shouting to me to pay attention. I held a long pole in my hand, to help me keep my balance.
Even as I turned to face the current, I realized that what I was really facing was facing the past: the river, which had once appeared to be so still, now rushed forward with a ferocious current.
I struggled to stay upright.
I realized that this was the past rushing forward: not just all my experiences in this life and in lifetimes before, but everyone’s. Our collective past.
And the more I struggle tried to keep my position in the rushing, fierce current, the more I lost my balance.
Suddenly the raft rocked and bucked and with a great creak broke free of the ropes, and I was sailing down the river in Flow, my guides laughing and waving to me.
The more we struggle with our past: remembering the old wounds, the old hurts… the more we realize it’s futile.
The past is never still, just like the present is never still. We are always moving in Flow to our next Now.
If you’re struggling to keep your balance with all your past wounds, just let it go.
The past is over, and you don’t have to go there again.
Let it all go, and let the river of life take you to your next Now.
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