As my hands met the earth, the clay shaped itself into roots that drew me downward, guiding me toward the underworld. These roots traced the interwoven patterns of two distinct cultures, merging and alternating as they led me along diverging paths.
Rooted in spacious awareness, I rest in the steady presence of the ground beneath me—like the ever-shifting sands of the beach underfoot. Amidst impermanence and uncertainty, I find peace in the fluidity of existence, where everything unfolds in its own time and place.
