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