All at once I found myself on the banks of a mountain stream. A vision, a clarity of mind that had rarely been seen before.
The ripples, the waves, the tumultuous unrelenting flow of the water, of its Way.
My eyes enchanted by a falling leaf. A dance, a swaying, this way and that.
No presumptions, no destination.
I watched that leaf for a while. Watched it fall to the water, not a care in the world.
I watched the stream.
Both carried on their Way.
Neither pushing nor following, trapped nor free.
I knew in that moment that my course was no different, that it never could be.