The path is mysterious, while the destination is certain. The walk is steady, simply a stroll, we do not journey in vain! Every action is fluent when it follows the grain. As spiritual energy engulfs the earth, our breath is not the same. A wave of my paw creates ripples, arts practiced, its format tame. Seeds sprout where my pawprints linger, vitality aplenty. Persistently maturing as they unveil, a clear heart turns gold as we attain clarity. Secluded and serene we cultivate - For Eternity!