on the snowy path
leaving no footprints
Walk feather-light so your feet won’t touch the ground, like stepping on a cushion of air, suspended between moments, between breaths, a place where . . . time stops. Basking in the eternity between moments, frozen breath melts with the touch of a sunbeam; breath-drops like tears dissolve in midair, leaving no trace.
The market leaves no footprints. Some traders think it does and they call the method of mapping the market’s supposed footprints: technical analysis. Timeframes breathe in different rhythms. The market is alive, cloaked in mystery, sometimes flowing upstream, always surprising—moving between moments.
Moving like Water
Leaving dead leaves (candlesticks) in its wake, the market slithers like a snake, moving with the pulse of nature. Only the present moment lives; the past is gone and the future is not here yet. The market moves like water, seeping into the mountain’s crevices, following a winding path, descending into the deep, dark abyss.
In the dark abyss, the meditative mind sits silently in the midst of an unearthly calm. Centered in time and space, the meditative mind expands and contracts with the heartbeat of the earth. At one with both inner and outer nature, the meditative mind places a trade—leaving no footprints.
Photo Credit: Photo by mammuth