The Journey

Waiting for the completion, the finish.
But realizing there is none.
Where did we learn that the end is of utmost importance?
What are we waiting for?
It is during that we learn so much.
We hardly can fathom what the journey will offer.
Hailing and raining, the trees dance in the storm.
There is no whisper of complaint, no urgency for something else.
They are completely part of, completely united.
They are the dance.
Letting go of feeling stuck, of thinking that we know.
We don’t know.
All we can do is participate.
All we can do is lean into the wind and dance.

Gavrila Nikhila

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