"a moving"...

... and there are some souls who are always restless. I had thought, it was a sin... to be restless. As if restlessness was a weapon of Devil. He would soak your soul through it. I tried to find peace. Looked for it at the Church, in the tinkling sound of temple bells, in the fragrant sticks that burnt themselves. I tried to seek it into his eyes, his plain but sincere words, his purity and deep understanding. There was peace but it was not for me. I had to find my own. But there were more questions beforehand.
How it is, that I always wanted to be a dumb. And a part of me , that always wanted to be 'all-knowing'.

Source- painting by Nel

And there are moments when I feel fortunate I didn't find peace. I am yet a traveler. What if , there is no other way to tread upon after attaining the Peace? What if there is nothing after Peace? I am not full of wayside scenes yet. I want to see more and feel more and live more. Salvation? The earth's not a bad place either. I am least sad that there is inadequate in me because there is also a infinite... there is always 'a moving'...