Kyara’s Journal

Sometimes, that’s all there there is to life. Sitting there in the warmth of an autumn sun, as the cool wind whispers through naked trees. With a small child resting in your lap, singing to himself sweet notes that harmonize with all. And as you both sit in the leaves, at the mouth of a stone chamber that has seen its day, you feel everything around you, as though it resides within your own body. You feel the life in the moss, the decay in the log, and you feel the exhilaration as the wind roars through the canopy. You hear the soft melody coming from your little boy, and you smile, for you know what it is to be One.