The fisher had journeyed in search of a place to rest, stumbling upon many rocks along the path, finding comfort and potential arriving at this vast blue lake. Casting out many lines into the streams, quieted in the stillness, drifting off to dream for while. Becoming the fish and the stream, the banks and trees, the valleys and the mountains, the earth and the skies, the wind and the rains. Becoming you and becoming me. Always keeping enough slack in the lines so we may find our own way, rising back up to the surface, caught and surprised by the reflection. As we are reeled up to the edge, held in the arms of truth, then released back into the endless beginnings.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: NASA