Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.

Everything I am seems to be inside my awareness, rather than my awareness being inside of me.

Open spaces sing to my heart
of the art of nature and the nature of art.

To lose a problem, do not oppose, let go of any need to control, perhaps it's all an illusion we project, more like a game we play than real?

be the calm eye of the storm where nothing phases you, focus on your centre to remain balanced, let your life flow like a stream of wind

Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.