Life cascades its Chaos and Flow
There is not much needed
Bliss can be summoned between the cracks of in between
Light green blues and pastel hues
Of infinite memory
The memory packs and stacks itself beside my human perspective
An age of age old aoens, of ancestral voyages, of human remembrance.
We meet ourselves beneath the undersides of our laughing Dancing distractions
Amidst the hues of pastel and textures of hardness that seem soft and softness that seems hard to touch – we touch the tip of our humanness
It’s tender and sensitive and likes to play
I will remember to be gentle with this life it is sacred with ancient wisdom
We can flow and grow upstream toward life giving
Renewal.
