Something stirring
A cautious hover
Over a breaking smile
gratitude spills
tumbling over the reverently held ether
life lives here,
moistened with
Blood, sweat, Tears and rain
Every fall a rise
Like the breath of providence
A dip left
A twist right
the rhythm of life inspires dance,
Poetry, art, music and song
Like air slipping over chords
Sacred Verbiage
Vibration
Your hands are never empty
There is no void,
There is only the appearance of nothing
Which by the mere thought is even something
So grab on tight!
Even when it seems there is no thing
it really is something, isn't it?
Oh what we see, be and do when nothing is impossible!
Yes, yes you can!
