Riding the rails across the small bridge over the water, my eye, in what was just a brief instant, caught the morning light's dance upon the river, reflecting some dull brown reeds on the shore line. It was at that very moment I was reminded of the equation that beauty equals truth and vice-versa.
We don't have to be still to receive it either. But, our minds must be quiet and placid, much like the snapshot of the reflection... and not the actual life jutting up from the water, swaying in the breeze.
Please, be quiet. Yes, be quiet. That is how secrets are usually revealed.