All paths lead eventually to the centre

This existential longing that pulls the thread of my being… like a spider web that is weaved into the fabric of space-time.

All paths lead eventually to the centre. To the confrontation with what is or isn’t impermanent…

The continuum we created to identify ourselves with, must one day detangle by the force of the wind, of rain, of nature, of life. And the storm will come, with ferocious spontaneity…

What will we do then, when there is no thread to hold on to?

No web to fall into?

Will we learn to weave in the liminal emptiness again?

All paths lead eventually to the centre… To the Void.

Our Heart itself is the only Home.