Herenow

She looked at the road outside. Dark, still and patient. It lied there without caring who was passing. Knowing no direction, it did not care guide the travellers if they were going in the wrong or right direction... since it was their own choice maybe.

She saw people walking in different directions, with different speeds, different moods and different thaughts running in their minds. She saw the road, existing alone without knowing anybody. She wondered who the first person would have been to walk on it. Was the road made first, or the traveller walked through the ground and made it before its existence? Was the road a plan or was it an accident? But she thought the road would never ask this.

The road would never even think about this or anything else.

She kept on looking the road, thinking about it. A moment came when she lost her own thought. She got so lost in the road that she became the road herself. Her mind became the mind of a path, her mentality became the mentality of the direction, a viewpoint of the way, and her thought became the thought of the road.

She felt herself. She felt the calmness, the stillness she had never experienced before. She found herself everywhere. She was not existing between two ends. She had many ends and many beginings within herself. She found that she had not known anything simpler, so vast and quiet.

And when she closed her eyes she saw her own little face which was looking outside the window eye in eye with herself.