We are deep deep in the green, not moving, past need for movement. In our stillness we are everywhere. We have arrived at the lotus pool. The pool is us. The radiance blooms in our stillness.
A wind comes up and confetties us, breaking the whole into flashes of light and shadow. The wind dies and we return to ourselves, slip easily back into stillness and bloom.
Both are equally true. Each truth holds the other. Each seeds the other. We are still. We are in motion. We bloom.