The Spiral Path of Leaves

The forest whispers its timeless loops—embrace each curve. Hence, take the path less followed, and breathe as though between every heartbeat lies a forest unto itself.

Instructions to the Unseen Observer

1. Begin at dawn, with nothing but whispers in your pocket.
2. Measure steps by the songs of unseen birds. Let their syllables be your metronome.
3. Notice the spirals in the bark, the silent tutor. They are both above and below.
4. Count not trees, but gaps in canopy that hold promise of scattered light.
5. Let breaths align with rustling leaves; allow connection with heartbeat harmonizing the woods.

Should you turn, remember that loops within loops lead back without losing direction. Dancers understand circles, the forest whispers not to forget. Your understanding unfolds like the spiral, ever-constant, and is found deep, where roots dig into layers withheld from man’s complex measure.

End with intention, but let be known—intention flows like the spiral, smooth in curves. When seeking, consider thoughts as seeds scattered across the wind. Watch them settle across new patterns, discover what unfolds next.

Perpetually, patience intertwines. Return to the beginning or let new paths thrum through you.