As a young boy he roamed the land naked, swam in the ocean being loved by its warmth.
Carried by the air to unknown lands, a new family to live by. We climbed crumbling mountains breathing the thin sky.
Always asking questions, his mind grew strong. Too strong and afraid of ever letting go to feel the divine flow.
Provoking all people to feel the freedom of struggle. Too exhausted by contradiction he had lost his words and sight.
Born in the sickness of tradition, he suffered, alongside every other. We seek understanding, he said, and for that, we do not understand.
-Jordan Reilly Stock