The Lake Was Never Disturbed
There are mornings when a lake becomes so still that it reflects the entire sky. Clouds drift across its surface. Trees stand quietly along its banks. Mountains appear as though they rise from its depths. Looking at it, it becomes difficult to tell where the world ends and the reflection begins.
Yet even on days when the surface is stirred by wind or rain, something important remains unchanged. The lake itself has never been disturbed. Only its surface. Meditation slowly revealed that the mind is much the same. Thoughts rise and fall. Emotions ripple across awareness. Memories appear, disappear, and return again.
Sometimes life becomes so turbulent that we begin to believe the turbulence is who we are. But beneath every wave is a stillness that has never been broken. The Yoga Sutras remind us that peace is not something we create. It is something we uncover. Like the calm depths beneath a restless surface, awareness has been quietly present through every experience we have ever known. We do not meditate to become whole. We meditate to remember that we never ceased to be.
“The lake was never disturbed. Only the reflections upon its surface.”
