Anonymous Vagabond

There’s something soothing about a body of water. Sometimes I forget about the concept of peace. Living in suburbia towards the capitol you forget heaven is in your backyard. When your days are visuals of steel and concrete the mind begins to feel encapsulated. Sadness enters quickly when every day feels the same. You learn to be on guard waiting for the next shoe to drop. Always waiting for the next attack on your spirit. How did we become such hostile beings? Every man for himself.

Have we really become so disconnected? To forget we are all intertwined on an energetic level should be a crime. We have the hints of who we really are in the whispers of the trees. As they rattle to us their songs of peace.

When you step into a stream or lake does the cool water running over your feet, remind you of your roots? Can you feel the presence of souls you’ve touched, as the brisk fall breeze cleanses stress from your skin?

When you allow the sand in the water to wash over your hands, can you feel the tranquility of the soft current?