Wisdom of the Moss

Watching now, the moss in the stream.
  So lithely, gracefully, it dances with the current.
  Creating art with sun and shadow and its soft green tendrils.

It hangs on, yes, hangs on for dear life.
  The currents flow around and through it,
  turning it this way and that, shaping it, forming it
  in ways it could never have imagined,
  in ways it might never have wanted,
  changing it, always.

And yet,
  creating the space and conditions
  that give it life,
  through which it can find and be
  its authentic self, know its true nature,
  live in its truth.

So, in life.
  The currents pulling, shaping, tugging,
  stretching always,
  challenging us to remember who we are,
  asking us to live authentically,
  and gifting us with the experiences and
  the people and the moments
  that offer the opportunity
  to know, to remember,
  to experiment, to be

who we really are

and to know, to remember,
  to experiment, to be

why we came here.