Life is always changing.
Within the peaceful moment of rest, there is the next of action.
Within the flower bud is the flower and the wilted flower and its decayed remains.
Within this moment of yoga, feeling the union of all things, there is stepping out of this so and rare and beautiful state.
This “desire” or fact of change is as natural as the blowing wind.
In this moment of peace is the next step out of rest… to action.
There is always the next step inherent in the rest…
This perfect moment, followed by the next–the seed, the tree, the fallen tree, the stump… the soil… the new tree.
All perfect, ready to change. ALIVE!
The Every Day Yogi 