May All Beings be at Peace

We are not on a journey, we are the journey. Each of us is an unfolding book. What shall we write today? Shall we scribble small ideas or large? The pen is ever in our hands. Each thought, each deed, each word is our testament, our sacred words flowing into the world. The choice is born anew in each passing breath. Let us write on, as only wise souls can: of laughter, of joy and of hope renewed and friendships deep and sweet. Our way is but a moment, our time ever unraveling, yet our lives written on parchment are as wide and clear as the sky, filled with the ink of adventures yet to be.