about: shallow

I step into a new day as if into the sea, my endless motion caught between two tides invisible borders of waters and harbors, straits and portals, bays and docks.

yet I myself - am night, a sleepy shore, a sum of dreams without a single scale. between yin and yang I choose the shadow, between day and night I anchor in dusk.

to dock, to land, to breathe at last. between two forces I choose the third: a hidden path that slips past bridges, that slips past checkpoints, unseen, unheard.

I walk on water only where it’s shallow, the secret of choice lies quietly in this: at every fork I choose the fork itself, at every crossroad I build a home.