At some point in our lives, that which once mattered most of all is replaced by the finer things. Something we perhaps secretly longed though never believed to be there.

Like the sound of stillness punctuated by the clamoring of trash bin lids, men calling from the backs of trucks and little ones racing to greet the new day.

Or, the softly curled scent rising from the mug of freshly brewed coffee ‘shared’ with a friend.

We find ‘more’ often with ‘less’; as time shares alms to wearied traveler.
All the while, patience abides; the river flows never knowing ‘end’.

Is it faith, or is it will – which helps us find our way again?

In peace…

Namaste ❤️