I spent years waiting for someone to tell me I was doing it right. That I was spiritual enough. That I’d suffered enough. That I’d earned the next level. But the Tao doesn’t issue certificates. There’s no robed elder to…
If you’re reading this, the wind chose well.
I forgot what walking barefoot felt like. Today I stepped outside without shoes, not to prove a point, but because I needed to feel something real. Cool ground. Morning dew. Gravel biting slightly. There’s a memory in the feet. A…
Rot becomes future. That’s the alchemy under our feet.
There was no day you began walking. The path was beneath you before you even noticed.