re:sounding

The clamor of the malcontent rings out across the silent valley. Windy chatter fills the air with misunderstandings. But as if to signal a new clairvoyance, the sun rises in the favored month. The wheels of the universe move in perpetuity, unaware of man's desires. And so with calm and simple mind, and filled with even breath, one begins the floating journey. Swept along at the pace of what it is, a runaway train at peace with its terminal destination. A ride unlike any before, tailored by intent. And with a resounding call, a new voice echoes from the valley, one of positive acceptance. Gratitude for all that is and will be. A strange and guttural call, but truer than any before.