Season's offers
By the flow, the trail
of heartbeats.
On the move
naturally on the move,
Countless moves
draw on nature's way.
Some colours smell
Some colours light
Some colours call out
to heart-tune.
Got it, not for it though
for less or for more,
Lost in details.
Void to appearance
Not the answer sought,
Feather to feather
by feather's worth.
Bare it
but fear
Life hovers over
the stale, the sour, the flat.
Free spirit
Just being
Just is.
More and more
Letting in, letting go
Power of having
and not.
