This morning, as I went through my usual routine of movement and meditation, a thought quietly appeared:

I am a participant in the ceaseless movement of infinite being.

It made me pause.

What did it even mean?

A ceaseless movement of infinite being...

And who is the one participating?

Who is the "I am" in that sentence?

I don't know.

Perhaps the sentence points towards something profound.

Perhaps it is simply the mind playing with words.

Either way, it left me wondering.

And sometimes that feels enough.

Not every question asks to be answered.

Some only ask to be lived with.