“Motion”

Sometimes motion is a fickle mistress.

There is a sway, a waver, ebb & flow.

Beyond the veil of things, we can glimpse the inner workings of what is true movement.

Weather is motion.

Time is motion.

Other things as well are motion.

Choosing to take sail with wind is a version of motion. Digging your heels into the ground is a version of motion.

Is the possibility of both a contradiction or a duality of motion itself?

This is a question I ponder. I rifle thru my thoughts and wonder.

Ces’t La Vie.