I dream of drinking from the river rushing its abundance of life through soil beds rich with unknowing purpose to reach the sea & combine with all rivers & make its long journey back to the tops of mountains feeding new life & making the same journey all over again.
This recycling of life emanates & pours from every crack, & every chirp of the cricket brings a willful reassurance--a notching of time in the constance of life. I am here, we are here & the world is waiting for us to see its beauty within ourselves, because I am that beauty & we are all that beauty & everything we do paints the picture with different colors, shapes & strokes & an image of life on this planet emerges from our collective brush.