Bless’ed space and vivid color,This dynamic terrain embraces me;Lost in the feeling of being found —Without distraction or anger —Peace becomes permanent.

What, then, is the playful suffering that clings to bone and flesh?It is at once prison and liberation.Darkness that lights the GroundGrows heavier; more painful —And prayers of gratitude are uttered beneath my control.

The purest pressures wrappedIn temperatures that melt resistance;This outside air lifts the layers of illnessAnd quenches desire with succor and ease.

Kissed by breathThat moves the sky;Tasting the sight of rustling leaves —There is nothing more to do.Nothing to solve.Only Grace to receive.