I caught myself seeking for the line between finding and found
Seeking a validation of knowing by what I held in my hands
As if the line, once found, was then something to grasp hold of and keep as mine
In that arrival, perhaps then I’ll know

I realise now the illusion
It’s what is found in this moment, and the next, and the next, that is truth
Each new arrival brings a new reality, a new beginning – always evolving, changing like the clouds
All that is ever found is impermanence

The invitation then is to notice the beauty of each unfolding moment
To participate fully in the dance
To breathe into that one perfect moment but not to hold on
No line to seek, no validation required, no reality ever fixed

I realise then, with a smile, there is nothing to lose