A period of warmth is harnessed to the cold air of the autumn breeze, riding it like a whisper of the summer past.

Music accompanies the molecules of the air to caress the organs inside my torso, my legs dance with the energy flowing forth from the emotional harmony I experience, due to these sensations of the moment.

My eyes focus on nothing, yet see much.  Without a focus, my attention falls on all that is, instead of all that could be.  There is the sense of change in the air, a warm caress, a place of knowing I stand in, a dream came to life.  Years it took me to come to this place, the drawing inside brought me gently ever closer.  It is here this change will take place, I know, because there is a peace I have never before experienced taking rest upon me.  Having found no path to peace, I have settled on the peaceful path.  Thank you Gandhi for this insight.

The shape of this establishment of inspired minds conforms to the land, taking into account the life and inspiration it brings.  A part of and not exceeding the landscape.  I cruise from one person to the next, be they teacher or teach-ed, in a growing sense of learning and wonderment.  With this act comes the knowledge of finially belonging.