Some Prose

I no longer ask why. I accept that the road laid before me was there for a reason.

I accept the guidance of those who walked before me, whose wisdom exceeds my own.

I keep my ego subdued, though I know the beast is never truly gone.

I exist between what was and what will be, belonging only to the present.

The universe will take me when it is ready. I neither fear nor question it. I am at peace with that certainty.

I am but an imperfect stone, unlike any other, upon a beach of countless pebbles and rocks, illuminated by the sun and moon.

Published by diestl