The Obstacle

The Obstacle, Before the Dawn at Tucker Pond, Salisbury, NH, June 2017, Nikon D600, 19mm, 1/800 sec @ f5, ISO 1250, -0.33 EV, no flash © Steven Crisp  [Click on the photo to enlarge]

The Obstacle

It floats out there, somewhere. 

In my mind?  No, farther. 

At the edge of dusk-dawn. 

Glimpsed, like a threat. 

Unwanted, but not to be ignored. 

Submerged for one moment, bobbing up the next. 

Caught in my mind stuff. 

A blemish to be photoshopped out:

not natural, not perfect. 

A thorn in my mind. 

Salt in my wounded ego. 

The sun is rising now.  Birds sing. 

A small turtle meanders;

head up, head down, breakfast underway.

Mist swirls along a glassy pond

Propelled by warming zephyrs.

A hummingbird flits by, stopping to wonder 

about my stillness.   Is that bright jacket a flower?  

She finds the feeder instead.  Two hummers now 

flit in and out like passing thoughts.

A subtle wake emerges, as the beaver serpentines on stage, 

wondering who is the watcher from afar.  

And why are you kneeling in the morning glow?

Almost free now. Flowing with the turtle. 

With the beaver. With the hummers nearby. 

I look up and Bang!  My obstacle is back 

like a beaver tail-slap. Right smack in my sight-line. 

What just happened?  

Was it worth the loss of peace?

The sun now warming my face. 

Sunglasses deployed to shield the fusion reactor. 

Shivers turn to warmth. 

Petals glisten as dew drops fall. 

Ahhh. You're back Now. 

Don't go back to sleep.  You have arrived.  

Be my guest. Please stay for a while. 

Here is a gift for you - this present moment. 

That obstacle you were so fixated on 

is just a part of what is. 

Like the great heron that stands 

in the shallows. Watching. Motionless. 

Until startled, it takes flight. 

The obstacle is not a "problem" to be solved. 

Not a conversation to be rehearsed 

over and over; talons grabbing into you 

like unexpecting prey. 

It just is. Neither good nor bad. 

Only thinking, thinking, and 

more thinking, makes it so. 

Presence brings back the panorama. 

The beauty and serenity. 

The dance of light. The break of dawn. 

The ripples in the stillness as we, 

collectively, breathe in and out. 

You can see those ripples now. 

The sunshine blushing behind clouds.  

Ripples shutter glances of sky, water, 

and the muddy bottom. 

Sunlight teasing now.  Please take a little off.  

Don’t reveal too much too soon. 

Don't spoil the anticipation.  
But that is future stuff.  
Stepping into the river of time. 

Instead I see only ripples in the clouds. 

Ripples on the water. 

Ripples in this moment of now. 
And now. And once again.  

Each one fresh. Reborn. Always unique.  

Come join with me.  Relaxing into peace.

Let's float with ease

among these spaceless ripples 

in this timeless moment 

called Now.