Pretend you are
An open book
An open book of poetry or art, or whatever you wish
The pages of each side
Spilling over the spine, relaxed in a suspended state of almost action
A single breath could animate
Could you spend the rest of your life
Showing me the joy
Some gulls make
Defeating the impossibility of flight
Could you wish others only the best
With me
For the rest of our lives
On the threshold of exciting and bold
New possibilities
Waiting for us to wake up and enjoy
The totality of life
As rites of passage
With nothing to fear from fear
But everything to gain
From safety
Where the well springs
Well springs of creativity
To engage our sense
Of extra in the mundane
Perceiving essential nature
It’s your nature
To SHINE
To be the Love and Acceptance
You feel for others
Act boldly through proven faith
Be strong, creative, capable
Supremely Natural …
Remember that time you said you were completely bored with green and so over it?
