Beautifully spoken. When we stop grasping at the script and let life read us instead, the whole cosmos sings through every cell. The sun, the moon, even this breath—we are their momentary notes in an endless song. No striving needed. Just the listening.
Beautifully spoken. When we stop grasping at the script and let life read us instead, the whole cosmos sings through every cell. The sun, the moon, even this breath—we are their momentary notes in an endless song. No striving needed. Just the listening.