Face Your Atman
Walking in the trails by the Mohonk guest house, the water was almost entirely still. The wind was caressing her ever so gently. I witnessed a reflection that left my heart speechless. As I flipped what I saw on its side, I could feel the words forming so to honor the conversation I was preparing to have with the face of my own self I could now see. (Mohonk, New York, 2018)
Walking in the trails by the Mohonk guest house, the water was almost entirely still. The wind was caressing her ever so gently. I witnessed a reflection that left my heart speechless. As I flipped what I saw on its side, I could feel the words forming so to honor the conversation I was preparing to have with the face of my own self I could now see. (Mohonk, New York, 2018)
Walking in the trails by the Mohonk guest house, the water was almost entirely still. The wind was caressing her ever so gently. I witnessed a reflection that left my heart speechless. As I flipped what I saw on its side, I could feel the words forming so to honor the conversation I was preparing to have with the face of my own self I could now see. (Mohonk, New York, 2018)