Water is soft and yielding. Movement is its power, whether the steady drip that wears away the rock or the crashing wave that brings down a mountain. You are the power of movement. You are the flowing that is the river. The river makes its way without contending. It yields and bends and curves as it carves out the land, wearing away the hard and unyielding. It takes what the mountain offers and brings it to the valley below. This is the journey within where you are the movement of existence. Be its witness. Witness what you gather in the world but do not own it. Bring it all to be released. In releasing you remember that you are that which I AM. You have no companions, nor are you alone. All who know will know of your return to the sea.
