What joy
What delight
of an open heart
that accepts, any.
None needed
None asked
None lost.
Mine, mine
and mine,
Faces of mine,
of inner and outer.
Life's gift
in shade
or light,
There was a presence.
As is
Just it
Hold that, hold that.
Stirrings
Who understands
Who misunderstands
Separate paths then.
Not size nor shape
It's pulse that draws
and colours.
