These are the tiny sparks that fly… out of the Dream into the sky. We hear them buzz, and we can hear them sigh, its much harder to see them, though we know if we try…. our eyes readjust and with determined focus,the closer they fly. What delight is brought by these tiny and bright. A new Energy now resonates electrifying our sight. Looking becomes feeling…. a shiver, a shake, then a quiver, a quake…..a shift is upon you a verve you can’t fake.
And if you can’t do that than at least “don’t be mean”. When we can each do that then we will be living a true life. One of Grace. One of unbounded creative energy. One without rules .For they are only needed where there is disrespect, fear, and unkindness.