I love to look up at the sky and think of it as blue canvas...
And branches the veins of Earth...pulsing with life.
There's beauty all around.
In laughter and happiness, tears and pain.
We take part in life's artistry.
Beauty enters.
It courses through your veins and swirls in your heart.
Release, so that it may be swept into the air
for others to breathe.
Peace washes over and sets the things we cannot control free.
You become free.
All that is left is love.