As the winds blow.

The wisp, that with heart open, becomes the torrent.

More perfect as the volume and intensities increase.

Sweeping by, in beyond perfect, ways.

Colours and energy too much often to bear.

Totally immersed, without desire to be in any other place. Forever more to be, the wish.

In these things and more our real inheritances lay.

Such the beauty that Life can manifest.

29.09.2024