BE

To just take a walk for a walk, bike for the wind, the scene, the distance, the speed, for the result doesn’t matter but the action of movement. To paint for paint, listen deeply to music as the rhythm sways along our way. Breath, feel, breath, feel, what is it that’s living in your presence? The trees walking past and that sensory light come through-eth the leaves. That wonderful play on light shim shim shimmering light playing all around. What about those epic greens that fill the land as names of grassy softness accompanying wild singular purples, blues, yellows, whites or pinks…. all of this as the sky’s morning song extends out to the breeze.

Oh what delight my share of bliss beyond the wonder of its marvelous out taking dream, dream you say? well what else could deem the lively glaze nestled between the nest of days? what could be sung in harmonious twittle twattle listing every speck of glowing specks. Glitz the glats, glatz the glitz, I see them pass before my eyes, glitssful glats, glatssful glitz, and to those hats that chase balanced postures as evening sets and races are met… Well well well, what mighty earthly scene climbing through those trees, from branch to branch, with such grace indeed, to pleasant to explain therefore I must embrace my heart within for it may expand… gently… softly….. expand past the monoliths that held it once in place.