These writings are not teachings.
They are residue — echoes left behind as the field moved.
This is not a blog. There is no publishing rhythm.
No opinion, conclusion, or identity performance.
These are fragments.
Posture notes.
Field writings.
Small mirrors.
You may read one or none. Nothing is required.
Some may speak. Some may burn. Some may pass you by.
Each carries a tone. Each leaves a trace.
There is no sequence here.
You do not need to start anywhere.
Let your eyes land where they will.
What speaks to you is already moving you.