Walking my tire

I am walking on the Earth that is rolling with a scrap tire that is rolling as well. No, I too am rolling. The tire is me, the self that I too often forget and have to return to find again. Others have reasons for their walks, I too have a reason. However, in my walk, I am not only disconnected from the world but also with myself. Regardless of my will, the tire makes it so. Through this experience that cannot be expressed with words, I become one with myself, with nature, with myself rolling the tire, with the tire that is myself, and with myself that is conscious of the process. All of us are rolling just like this, continuously rolling in the search to be born whole.

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