Blues

Palms face down.

Fingers Stretched reaching measure.

Extremities lie heavy on shadows of intent.

Thoughts lingering from each luminous shade of cream to the eloquent shades of gray.

Breath flows even and undistracted.

Strengths, weakness, desires... All unseen. For the soul hides what doesn't need to be shared.

Pace steadily.

Bathing in the glory of quality and reaching common interest ---- I have now relaxed.

Solitude is essentially the discovery and acceptance of our uniqueness.

- Lawrence Freeman