Where did you come from?
I've always wondered that ever since I was little and also when I was traveling around the world.
Where does the wind come from?
This wind on my cheek might have dried the tears of someone faraway.
Just imagining that made the world seem closer.
There is no distant place.
There is no separate land.
No matter where you are, we are all connected by wind.
The wind that blows here now.
The dappled sunlight.
The bird song.
Noticing every little thing around us at this very moment.
It is the same as thinking of a distant land.
Where you are now is connected to everything.
It is all here.
