Denmark is white all over. Snow takes in all sounds and we are forced to walk slowly and look around.
A Spanish translator reminded me of Laozi, retreating, losing, giving up, staying last and deepest, resting in the dao.
Abide in the UnbornJust like water.
Some people find a comfortable place; then they freeze, turn into ice and resist change. They know ice will melt down. The more one resists, the more painfull it will be.
And yet, rigth now, as water or ice, one rests on it, opening hands, giving one more step from the top of the 100 meter pole.