It is not my name that matters … but my help with purpose. Still, secretly ignorant of who we are, where we’ve come from and the destination on the path ... Doesn’t everyone help themselves without really knowing who the benefactor might be? It appears that we are here to use the others that happen to surround us. A mirror is the world, how to escape? Life, fairytale-like, not just a pure survival …
Hidden human interconnections appear uncovered to the eyes of the alert ones … Internal conflicts create external consequences … At the very center of the world, an unhappy human can see everywhere but inside …
Awakening follows the dream. Talking to you, pointing to hidden treasure; of all the answers, self-discovered answer from the inner being arises …
Listening to others confused, about what one ought to be … Yet, borders are imaginary. A story within nature …
D.Way
