One…Two…Five

The sequence doesn’t match, but then again, neither do I nor do we. I find my drum beat reflects my heart speak and my feet don’t fail me, just send signals which I need to hear.

Listening to others is a charge from early childhood and it never ceases to amaze me that listening to self can take a lifetime to appreciate.

In the calmness of my upper room, I see the sea of light through a lens that paints a mode, that paints a mood that IS…thus there is validity in mosaic thinking.

Kiss the Mirror and ylF