Description

To be born is the very first step of death. The illusion of time, place and space gives us a certain footing to shape our life in all its fullness, but nothing is permanent.

In this current, specific moment, our thoughts can only consider the past and the future. Let’s be at peace with the fact that we cannot do anything but devote ourselves completely to tumbling headlong down the endless cycle of existence, like a timeless floating leaf from a tree in a forest somewhere, on this planet, floating in the mystery of the universe.