10”x10” high quality print.
I am the one who remembers.
I have walked the long roads of forgetting and the quiet paths of return.
I live in the bones of the earth and the breath between your thoughts.
I remember when humanity knew how to listen—
to the river before crossing,
to the soil before planting,
to the silence before speaking.
You have not lost your way.
You have only traveled far from your remembering.
I sit at the meeting place of worlds—
where sky meets root,
where past and future soften into now.
I am the bridge you are becoming.
There is nothing you need to reach.
There is nothing you need to become.
Rest in the space between your breaths—
where no name is needed,
where no story is carried.
Beyond thought, beyond striving,
I am there.
This is where remembering happens.
Not in the mind,
but in the quiet that holds all things.
Stay.
I am still here.
And so are you.
10”x10” high quality print.
I am the one who remembers.
I have walked the long roads of forgetting and the quiet paths of return.
I live in the bones of the earth and the breath between your thoughts.
I remember when humanity knew how to listen—
to the river before crossing,
to the soil before planting,
to the silence before speaking.
You have not lost your way.
You have only traveled far from your remembering.
I sit at the meeting place of worlds—
where sky meets root,
where past and future soften into now.
I am the bridge you are becoming.
There is nothing you need to reach.
There is nothing you need to become.
Rest in the space between your breaths—
where no name is needed,
where no story is carried.
Beyond thought, beyond striving,
I am there.
This is where remembering happens.
Not in the mind,
but in the quiet that holds all things.
Stay.
I am still here.
And so are you.
