sleepless water,
projecting light ripples onto lazy rocks,
weightless bugs, playing and dancing through a liquid field,
lichen and moss drawing out a map for frolickers to follow and find their way home,
this spot has had a whole life before us,
and will continue just the same when we part ways,
it doesn't belong to us,
but we belong to it,
this space has known us since before we had a body to inhabit,
and this space will be the one we return to when this body is too tired to carry us further along the path,
it will be the continuation of our journey, as well as our final resting place.....