Please let the rain pour and the fire burn so that they can show each other what it's like to work in symmetry in collision with one another, as they create a smoky mist.
Please let the earth's rolling hills reach up and grab the sky so that the dividing line will be erased.
Please let these boundaries we create based on appearances be washed way, blown away, burned, and buried so that we can create something that has not yet been achieved.
Peace.