Nomadic souls leave behind them their ancres, carrying with them the mystic knowledge encountered on their way.
Light and powerful, the strength shape their pathes, at times bended and curved, and at others, straight and twisted.
Their journey is unconditioned, as the walls of fear have no foundation and the boundaries founded by the mind, no existence.
Just like the cycle of the moon, the notion of time and length are infinite and spaceless.
Polority, Opposition and Duality meet with harmony; nomadic souls soften the solid grounds.
