Pull a pail of sparkles from the stone well. Shave crème from the blue sky. The ocean is reaching out for you.
Climb the eternal tree at dawn. Share secrets with the fish in the deep. Finish a work of art sitting on the easel for decades.
Kiss the face of a goddess. Walk on Spanish tiles in bare feet. Hear me whisper from across the world.
For so many lifetimes, since the father of creation rubbed us together from clumps of clay, we have been opening our baby eyes.
Some of us unfold slowly to the light. Some of us need time to believe it's true.
We are allowed to exist.
As we are.