What if all we bring is the creative canvas of play_

Pass the colors around with musics feel_

Pour the spirit soul in nourishment shared_

Movements intuitive knowing sway in resistance wind_

Allow in understanding the nothingness of bad or good_

Release judgement in trimming our vine for thriving blossom_

Knowing winds return will soften by ebb and flow of  earths breath_

Stone surrenders smoothness only by frictions exhilaration_

Cleansing release of pasts illusion making way for living in love_

All in the warm symphony of days reflection_