I belong on the shore/Hustling nickels and dimes/ ‘Cause it ain’t long before it’s gone/You might as well have a good time… ( Crosby, Stills & Nash)
Like birds, may you find your brethren too, may you recognize the song they don’t sing out loud and the colors they sometimes keep hidden.
Bubbles are always generous, no matter how many times you burst them, they just shrug and come right back like a good friend always does.
Like the wind basking in a field of mustard, my mind basks in yellow..everywhere it turns there are only a million shades of yellow…
Life is but a dream and a flow and we find our innate rhythm by going with this flow rather than resisting it!