Here’s a short reflection I had sipping coffee watching the sun rise through the elephant grass…

We come from the Unknown,
and we carry its dust in our bones.

Born of stars and silence,
we arrive trailing the breath of the void,
a question wrapped in skin.

No map. No manual. Only a pulse.

And still—we move.

We step forward, not because we know the way, but because something deeper than knowing calls.

The Unknown isn’t the enemy.
It’s the mother of becoming.
The field where potential waits like dew
on the edges of every decision.

To walk into the Unknown is to practice sacred forgetting—
to unlearn the lie of certainty,
to trade the cage of answers
for the wildness of wonder.

You are not lost.
You are listening.
And the road ahead is not a threat,
but a threshold.

Prompt:

Where in your life are you being asked to walk without a map?

What part of your soul knows how to navigate the dark by feel?

If you stopped trying to name the future, what might the Unknown whisper in return?