The one traveling light

The feeling of falling at every step, the speed, the air on the face. He ran down the mountainside, from tree to tree - catch, push away, catch, push away, until he crashed into the level land, fell to the grass panting. There, on the ground, kneeling he looked up into the sky, eyes locked in the blue. He let himself fall to his back there, and watched. Clouds traveling, bound by the high winds. Beautiful. So empty. Time passed, how much? The light had dimmed and his stomach began to growl, reminding him the lack of food. He hadn't taken many provisions, nature provides, he had thought. Always has. He got up to his knees and had a look around. Some roots, bulbs, yes, those dark greenish big pointy leaves over there by the big rock, definitely juicy sweet bulbs. The namegivers had been true and humble - honeyroot they had called it. And then he remembered.. out of water. These lands are dry, no lakes nor rivers. Just grass. His flask had been empty since morning. "Better find a village" and after a short thought, "before it gets too dark". People around here are a bit suspicious about the dark and those who roam in the dark. Any mark, any ... oh, there! A border-marking on the rock, near the honeyroot. Village boundary, thus a village should be near. And so there is, smoke and where is smoke, there is a hearth. He got up, dug up the honeyroot, rubbed it clean with his hand and grass and ate it fast, big bites, then wiped his mouth dry with his sleeve. Finished, time to move on.

Free will

It haunted her. Being a part of the whole, listening to that, being washed over by the resolve of one. Free will can not be denied, even on that level. How this one soul had the ability to question and to negotiate the being on that level... How can that be? Yes, you have caught my attention.

A voice

A voice facing eternity, Eternity:

I will not move

- ALL MOVES, ALL FLOWS

I will not. Never

- ONE CAN NOT DENY THE ALL

I am not going anywhere

- A RIVER CAN NOT FLOW

I am staying right HERE.

The residents

Not many residents of the city walked in the wild grass or beneath the unkempt trees, nor saw lakes and rivers - they rather knew, that there were such things somewhere and kept walking the paved paths, sometimes crossing bridges, rivulets and streams, rarely noticing them. Maybe this was the price, they were not there to gaze at the beauty surrounding them - they were there so beauty could be.