Where does my walk start? What guides the breeze? What stirs the warm air to lift and glide? Each answer spins into a new question, pathways unfolding infinitely.

Thirst stirs. What sparked it? The dryness of the throat? The sun’s warmth? The steps taken to this place? Perhaps the morning sun draws the earth’s essence upwards, or cycles turn within? Time moves toward the ocean.

A thought flickers. Its origin? Arising from stillness, yet echoing past moments.

Well, I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday…

Joy and sorrow claim existence. Can joy emerge without prior experiences? Can sorrow exist without a trace of loss? Each feeling entwines with all others, a drop of water capturing the ocean’s entirety.

What echoes? The silence around? The dark that nurtures the tune? The soil that sustains life around? Where does one echo conclude and another begin?

Mountains, steadfast and distant, are shifting and flowing, crafted by rain, breath, and time. What seems fixed may be changing too slowly to perceive. Through tear-stained eyes, a moment blurs.

Dew appears, born from the incredible night meeting warm earth. The grass cradles it; the eye catches its glimmer. Noticing it comes from mornings of learning to watch, breaths gathered in this instant.

Some day, a spirit will lift you and take you there.

Everything leans on everything else. Each stone supports and is supported. Remove one, and the design shifts. Add one, and a new tale unfolds.

Existence mirrors this dance, supported by unseen pillars that hold everyone up in silent acknowledgment. Life flows for everyone, an infinite meeting of streams, from past to future, within and beyond, rivers that never truly begin or end.

You are always welcome.