“Your outer journey may contain a million steps; your inner journey only has one: the step you are taking right now.”― Eckhart Tolle
There is nothing here to be seen or not seen
but every time the breeze passes the meadow bows.
It was in a dream that you asked, "what is the meaning of life? why are we here" I looked at you and couldn't answer, simply uttered "Oh", as the passing breeze coaxed a sound. Continued to contemplate words passing by knowing that at some point the words will not come. That will be the answer nothing to do with me.