From moment to moment, ready or unready,  I walk into the unknown

and enter a space of time never lived before.

From moment to moment, prepared or unprepared,  I walk,

uncertain about the outcome,

unsure of how things will unfold.

And yet, I keep walking,

I keep giving myself to each moment,  curious, daring, expectant,

sometimes insecure, tired or shy,

sometimes disillusioned, sad or vulnerable,

never knowing.

Perhaps this is what keeps me going. Because I wish to know and my breath is my strength.