Rock said

A rock was buried in the bed of a river. With seasons the river changed color. During rains it will be muddy, in summers it will be green with algae and in dark winters when the nearby textile factory is active and there's little water, it looks like a little nullah. The rock, with the little awareness it had, looked around at the changing scenario, constantly flowing, changing colors, odor and hue. The rock felt it was travelling, changing. All the cycles never displaced the rock.

Sometimes, everything around us seems to be changing, and we take it as automatically affecting us. We are not what we react as, never are, for it is a flux. Reactions will come and go like fluids in the river, anger, passion, peace and becoming. This kind of change is not growth, its no-travel. One has to look at internal change, the breath, to understand the internal and the external, to understand if there is a change/progression at all?!