Taste of Stillness

Adirondack, NY on Schroon Lake 2024

Written in 2004:

Yesterday I had yet another great day skiing.... at the end of the day, I was inspired to go up to my lake house and check it out. I had not been there in the winter yet.... I got there, knowing I had no keys on me to get in.. I walked around trying each door.  But I closed it up well! Then I got to the deck.  And just stood, with snow falling on my face loving how it touched my senses... it inspired this. 

The Taste of Stillness

Whiteness Everywhere.

Snow on every branch and still falling silently.

On my face – gentle magical kisses.

The water, once with motion, now frozen solid - white - still - quiet.

Like a blanket of safety and warmth.

The air also motionless yet so crisp and clean.

Delicious stillness yet tasteless.

Our world, each of us, could use to find more delicious stillness.

The paradox is we walk around with it each day in our hearts.

Stop and taste stillness.

It is our guiding light, our home, our heart whispering… No, begging us to stop and taste.

Everything, yet nothing at all.

True, innocent, love and light.

The taste of stillness.

Listen.

p.s. you’ll find it between each heart beat.

- Lorin