The Still Point

There's a point where all is still, when you reach the pinnacle - no longer chasing nor running away. From up here the wind blows but the tranquility remains. A state where there is nothing yet everything at the same time, you're immersed in the moment without feeling the necessity to comprehend. May be a conclusion, may be a start; either way it's a point where you achieve a sense of totality. A break between the cycle of loss and reunification; the truce between the contending parts of your inner self. 

Chaos, reverie, it's all the same to me. No fears, no ambitions; there's only nothing. There's nothing but a vague contentment of how things are in the present. There's no meaning in attempting, in desperately trying to be; you simply just are. There's no more need to seek; because what's supposed to find you, will. Eventually.