Anonymous letters to a walker

You don’t have to listen to me,
it is not important that you listen to my words one by one, you can walk at your own slowness and give attention only To what you wish to hold back.

Here the moral, the dogma, the art, the truth, the social, politics, your own individuality, needs, dreams, have nothing to do with it.

It has to do with awareness pure and simple, the awareness of what is so real, so hidden in plain sight, that we are forced to remind ourselves over and over again to ourselves: this is the water, this is the land, these are my hands, that color on the wall to the left is the blue.