Leonardo da Vinci once wrote that the greatest deception men suffer is from their own perception. And, with every ‘truth’ rooted firmly in the soil of perception.

Our world is viewed through minute slivers – a fracturing of light through filtered prism. We see what we choose to see, in part. Though, can we observe without this burden of bias?

With a mind like the sky, as free-flowing form; resting in the space of whatever is found. True boundlessness, as the Buddha instructed – without cause, without worry, absent heaviness of heart.

In this space, we merely follow our thoughts – though, dare not ascribe this precedence of story upon the willfulness of ego.

And, knowing – sometimes the stillness is our sanctuary.

“Hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, they danced…”

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️