Begin with a gaze, upon the waves of silence; there lies the practice of tethering fleeting whispers, capturing their essence, unraveling threads of meaning.
Follow the currents.
Have you listened to the vacant spaces? They hold a profound knowledge only accessible through patient touch.
Knowledge drips from moments yet unspoken; wear guidance like a cloak that is frail, not inhibiting the dance of spirits.
Meditate; let sensation become your compass through this web.
The winds of fragility whistle secrets we neglect in our haste to inscribe meaning upon sand.