Sky View Ridge Is the Tao

 

Here, on this ridge where the sky unfolds without end

and the land hums with memory,

the Tao is not a concept but a presence.

It is the rhythm of the wind through red pine,

the hush between birdsong,

the soft tread of deer through morning fog.

There is no need to name it.

It moves in the curve of the hillside,

in the slow bloom of thyme after rain,

in the stillness that settles as twilight comes.

At Sky View Ridge, life is not hurried.

The cabins rest like thoughts held gently in the mind,

each one a quiet witness to sunrise,

to laughter, to silence, to becoming.

This is not escape—it is return.

Return to breath,

to simplicity,

to the knowing that everything is connected—

the sky, the soil, the soul.

The Tao is the way of things,

and here, the way is through presence.

Through hands in the earth,

through stars that keep their word night after night,

through guests who arrive seeking rest

and find themselves instead.

Sky View Ridge does not shout.

It whispers,

and the Tao listens.

And in that listening,

all things find their place.