We live in the old but yearn for the new. A new becoming that allows us to break free.
To soar, to laugh, to love. Where we leave the old behind that which has kept us alone, apart, small, allowing us to flow into a part of a greater whole, a oneness.
The oneness that is.
Knowing that it we must shed our old self, limited and bounded.
An age-old aspiration of humanity. Liberation, satori, moksha.
When Buddha held the flower, Mahākāśyapa smiled.