To a Father and his Son setting out to walk the Inca Trail

To a Father and his Son setting out to walk the Inca Trail
The beautiful truth of Silence is omnipresent.
This is an ever replenishing lake which love sustains with its multiplicity of fresh springs.
The quick ancestors are nowhere to be found on their trails. Their familiar ways are washed by the same rains, the winds of time continue from the same points of the compass.
The ancestors are gone.
The mountain tracks are vacant.
Stay and stand. You see them walking their trails of timelessness. When they speak, we hear with our ears attuned to the same frequencies. The frequency of love.
You and your son are walking these self-same trails in every possible time frame.
Surrender to their silences! Surrender to your sweet silences.
Go well, Friend  ❤️
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And this was his reply on arrival in Lima
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In Beauty May I Walk
All day long may I walk;
Through the returning seasons may I walk.
Beautifully will I possess again
Beautifully birds
Beautifully butterflies…
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk;
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk;
With dew around my feet may I walk.
With beauty before me may I walk
With beauty behind me may I walk
With beauty above me may I walk
With beauty all around me,
may I walk.
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, lively;
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, living again…
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.
Navajo Prayer

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