We were all once children, small and curious souls navigating a world of wonder and awe. The memories of those days often fade like distant dreams, obscured by the responsibilities and complexities of adulthood. Yet, there exists a treasure trove of innocence within us, waiting to be rediscovered.
Amid sylvan realm where waters meet,
A bridge of light ‘twixt sky’s retreat,
With wings unfurled, in morning’s hush,
A tale untold begins to blush.
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean, in a drop.”
– Rumi
The moment we teach a child that a tree is a tree, they’ll never see a tree again, at least not in the same way they did before the label.
We humans have the ability to name and label the elements of our world. We teach children that a tree is a tree, and in doing so, we provide them with a powerful tool for navigating and understanding the world. However, this act of naming also has a profound consequence: it can change the way they perceive and experience the very things we’ve labeled.
Be. Here. Now.
Going back to a time…before time.
In realms unseen, where spirits intertwine,
A resonance profound, a mystical sign.
Beyond the veil, where mortal eyes can’t see,
Awakens a connection, a dance, so free.