It is all waiting for you…

It is all waiting for you…
Perfectly still, and alive…
You can’t touch it with your hand…
You can’t touch it with your mind…
You can only touch it with your heart.

It is waiting with brimming cups and endless variety…
With musicians always playing…
When you sense it, hold your gaze and don’t look away…
And melt into its unfathomable blue.

Hold its blessings delicately along the edges…

It is much older than you are…
It is in every breathing being…
Lying peaceful in the grass…
Running freely in the fields.

It is so different than the bustle of this world…
Where the multitude ever rules…
This place of rationalization and darkness…
Where, if enough people do it, it ceases to be a crime.

Most creatures are naïve about such things…
It is unfortunate, but true…
But each day we have the opportunity to become like bubbles on soap…
And wash ourselves clean.

I love you,

Annie