With our feet

With our legs, with our feet—in the stream of changes—we touch time. Time touches us; we change. The wind of change moves us—You move us—toward Yourself so we can meet, so we can be together and know as much as we can know, and marvel at the infinite.

The horizon—that limit—is in us. We are that limit: where form takes shape, existence arrives to shine, to speak, to know, and then to dissolve, returning back to You.