For decades, I was “the good kid of society”, got good grades - proved myself, got a job - proved myself, built a business, built a life - proved myself. So I climbed and climbed up the steep mountain on the rocky side, hanging in the air. Life didn’t provide me a safety net, so I made the air itself my friend, my safety net.

Then I stopped and reset. I rested into the unknown. The mountain itself started to slide and shift under my fingers. So, I climbed up, because this was the path I knew, to a small dark cave, and I started to dig deep into myself. Now??? Now what? Now who? Now where?

I discovered the silence, the silence within. I compressed all the carbon in my body into a diamond with thousands of faces, so I can reflect the light and see The Truth!

I started to carve STEPPING STONES up into the mountain, seeding the future into the GRAINS OF SAND. I believed in the SPROUTS germinating under my brush, and I watered them with ink.

And finally, after painting so many doors into the unknown, I remembered how to fly. Stepping stones appeared under my feet, but I glided above them to the top of the mountain. Patiently, the LANDSCAPES OF AWARENESS revealed themselves.

Oh! Blessed silence!