And that is your happiness. | Talk | FCF

You walk.

And the walk is in you.

You are that walk.

A movement.

Without name without direction.

In itself, a movement.

And in that walk all is walking.

The legs,

The buildings, the road, the sound.

Wherever you are, they are.

And because the walk is not directed by will,

It is an exploration.

A movement of a question of the question, which you are.

All that is walking.

There is nothing to find because you do not seek.

There is nowhere to arrive because you don't measure.

the walk is found.

The walk is the question.

And you are that.

And you are there.

Amazed by the simplicity that is so not trivial.

By the depth which is so available, not hidden.

And by the mystery of the walk.

That presents itself to itself.

And there is the scent of beauty.

That you do not feel in the sense of recognizing, appreciating, relating.

It's just there.

You start to question if that scent is not the walk as well,

that inner scent, that mysterious accessible, simple,

yet profound sense of beauty as a ‘scent of life’.

And without you knowing, only that scent is.

Meaning only that is real, that which you cannot prove, you cannot hold.

Only that is real, not changing.

Absolutely new. Fresh.

The only thing you know is that the walk has no direction.

You are certain in that, and that is your happiness.