Holiness pierced her eyes when she watched how the union of lavenders and soft, peachy hues transform a sunrise above the nomad’s camp in the semi-Gobi. 

The discovery of playful buoyancy in the marshy salt lakes of Siwa lifted and cleansed her, a baptism before she was ready to take communion. 

A nocturnal boat ride along the Brunei River carried her through the portal of uncertainty,  rewarding her with a display of fireflies illuminating the mangroves. 

Walking one hundred kilometers in Galicia brought her a step closer to knowing herself and clarifying which roads she will traverse next. 

The sunlight peaking through the curtains of snowdusted evergreens on the icy road to Tartu beckoned her to be a witness to the beauty that is her homecoming. 

The forced surrender of her body on the operating table in the Yonsei hospital introduced her to her own impermanence. 

And it said:
    The beating of your heart may
          –Or may not– 
    Be a cadence to continue
    Sojourning across the world. 
    
 The meaning is always in the making
     So then-  
What will you make of me?