Be enveloped by what you desire,
like morning fog
embracing mountain peaks—
the space between wanting and having
dissolved into mist.
When thought and feeling is one,
a river joining the sea,
no longer separate currents
but a single flowing truth.
Ask—without judgment.
The future becomes the present
when we believe
as if it already happened—
time folding,
creasing now into then.
Feel the outcome,
walk backward into joy—
footprints appearing
before each step,
echoes preceding your voice.
Do not pray for,
instead, let it be now—
the seed already a forest,
the journey already home.
Where light casts no shadow,
there is no depth.
Truth is a meeting
free of illusion
and masks.