Flow of Becoming

It began without a clear beginning.

Not a moment of change, but a gentle noticing—something loosening, something asking for space. The form grew the way rivers do: not by choosing a direction, but by responding. To gravity. To resistance. To what was already there.

Some surfaces carried patterns, echoes of structures learned long ago, like rules, habits, ways of holding oneself together. Others softened, releasing control, allowing the body of the form to adapt. The shapes leaned into one another, negotiating space, trusting tension to hold.

There were openings, the intentional pauses where nothing solidified. I resisted filling them. Those spaces felt like thresholds, places where the old self loosened and something unnamed crossed through.

The form never settled into a final figure. It remained in motion, becoming through response rather than decision. As a quiet myth lived inwardly, it offered no ending, only continuity.

Flow of Becoming is a record of moving forward without a map and trusting that growth is already in motion.