Running in the dark | Trip Notes | Kota
I no longer knew if I was moving forward or merely treading water. Eventually, nothing remained of my existence except for the “vibration” the steady, rhythmic strike of my feet against the earth.
I no longer knew if I was moving forward or merely treading water. Eventually, nothing remained of my existence except for the “vibration” the steady, rhythmic strike of my feet against the earth.
Within the depths of the heart, a cosmos unfolds. Beyond it, all are one. The pattern of your heart is yours alone. Beyond it, it becomes a treasure.
That moment. All — or nothing — begins, or ends.
Let us walk. This moment — here and now, never to come again. Let us walk. A pilgrimage that continues for eternity.
Ah, let me journey. Let me begin myself. Let me embrace both the light and the darkness.