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Untethered

Untethered

Up is a rumor,
down is a whisper,
nothing holds, nothing clings—
even gravity has given up the ghost.


A thought flickers,
then slides sideways,
melting into the hush.


Everything was something,
once.
Now—
only the echo of an echo
of an echo
folding in on itself,
until even forgetting can’t quite recall.

The Art of Staying

This is the Kummakivi Balancing Rock, a natural wonder in Finland. It was formed by glacial movement, cannot be moved by hand, and has been there more than 12,000 years.

The Art of Staying

True balance isn’t about never falling.
It’s about the quiet art of staying,
even when the ground beneath you shifts,
even when the weight presses deep into your bones.

See how the great stone waits,
neither resisting nor surrendering,
only trusting the place where it rests,
as if wind and years have whispered,
“You belong here.”

Isn’t that what we must learn?
That steadiness is not stillness,
that to remain whole is not to be unshaken,
but to know, even in trembling,
that you will not break.

Hold fast.
Let the world do as it will.
You were made to bear the weight of your own becoming.