Letting Go, Stream Runs Free

Nika walked near a narrow stream. A pile of old leaves held the water back. The stream could not run free. He asked the wind. "Wind, why does the stream hold still?"

The wind answered. "The leaves block its way. They rest heavy on its path."

Nika stood by the bank. He did not rush. He just stood very still. His breath went in and out. The lantern light was soft. A light breeze stirred the leaves. They began to float away. Water moved free.

Letting go lets the way open.